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PAST  II. 
CONTAINING  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

DESIGNED   FOR 

PUBLLC  AND  PRIVATE  WORSHIP 


BY   WILLIAM   DOSSEY, 

Minister  of  the  Gospel. 


Teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritnil 
songs,  singing  with  grace  in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord.— Paul. 


PHILADELPHIA : 

THOMAS,  COWPERTHWAIT  &  CO. 

253   MARKET   STREET.' 


1844. 


Entered  according  to  the  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year 
1833,  by  A.  B.  C.  Bossey,  in  the  clerk's  office  of  the  dis- 
trict court  for  the  eastern  district  of  Pennsylvania. 


PREFACE. 


It  has  been  the  desire  of  the  Compiler  to  furnish  his 
brethren  with  a  pocket  manual  of  hymns  and  spiritual 
songs,  adapted  alike  to  every  day's  use,  and  the  promotion 
of  religious  revivals.  Having  had  it  tested  by  the  experi- 
ence of  several  years,  and  the  fourth  edition  being  called 
for,  he  has  been  encouraged  to  give  it  a  patient  and  criti- 
cal review,  and  now  sends  it  into  the  world  in  the  best 
form  that  his  understanding,  and  the  means  within  his 
grasp,  could  furnish.  If,  in  doing  this,  he  has  been  com- 
pelled to  make  various  alterations,  he  hopes  that  the  im- 
provement derived  from  them  will  be  as  acceptable  to  its 
friends  as  they  are  satisfactory  for  the  labour  which  they 
have  cost  him  ;  and  especially,  as  it  now  assumes  a  fixed 
form. 

This  is  not  the  place  to  disclose  all  the  reasons  which 
have  prevailed  in  excluding  many  compositions  which 
were  in  the  former  editions.  Suffice  it  to  say,  that  his 
views  have  undergone  no  change  relative  to  the  subjects 
for  which  no  hymns  in  this  are  exclusively  applicable. 
The  work  had  become  too  large.  In  abridging  it,  it  was 
obviously  necessary  to  exclude  such  as  could  only  be  used 
on  occasions  which  seldom  occur,  and  others  that  were 
wanting  in  animation.  These,  therefore,  have  be§n  made 
to  give  place  to  others  better  suited  to  the  original  design 
of  the  work. 

Taught  by  experience,  he  is  persuaded  that  a  large  Index 
of  subjects  is  of  but  little  use.  It  originated  in  the  desire 
to  direct  the  mind  to  a  suitable  hymn  with  facility.  The 
desire  is  laudable,  but  it  fails  of  its  object.  Hymns  are 
seldom  so  constructed  as  to  embrace  only  one  leading 
thought.  Hence,  what  one  man  would  place  under  one 
head,  another  would  conceive  belonged  to  a  very  different 


IV  PREFACE. 

one.    Th«  plan  which  he  has  adopted,  la  at  once  more 
simple  and  useful. 

Under  the  general  heads  of  Praise,  Gospel-Grace,  and 
Gospel- Ministry,  will  be  found  the  hymns  of  most  common 
use  for  the  pulpit.  The  first  embraces  the  object  and  ex- 
ercise of  praise.  The  second,  the  graces  of  the  Spirit, 
gospel  doctrine,  invitations,  and  promises.  The  third, 
such  as  are  assigned  to  the  opening  and  concluding  public 
worship,  associations,  and  missionary  meetings.  As  there 
are  a  great  number  of  short,  spirited  hymns  in  this  edi- 
tion suitable  to  be  sung  between  sermons,  or  between 
prayer  and  sermon,  it  has  been  thought  best  not  to  give 
them  a  distinct  place,  as  in  the  former,  but  to  scatter  them 
through  the  whole,  under  their  appropriate  heads,  adding 
to  the  simplicity  and  beauty  of  the  work.  The  rest  will 
be  obvious  by  a  mere  glance  at  the  Index  of  Subjects. 

In  selecting  for  the  Choice,  the  question  has  not  been, 
will  it  be  proper  to  publish  the  compositions  of  men  whose 
views  differ  in  some  points  from  our  own  ?  but  simply,  is 
the  piece  itself  good,  and  adapted  to  the  design  ? 

In  all  cases  where  the  Author  is  known,  his  name  is 
given.  Where  he  is  not,  the  work  from  which  the  stan- 
zas are  taken  is  acknowledged.  If  I  have  made  changes 
which  are  material,  and  especially  in  works  not  generally 
known,  it  is  expressed  by  Altered.  If  such  changes  are 
not  made,  and  the  Author  is  not  known,  it  is  signified  by 
Anon. — anonymous.  In  some  of  the  pieces  selected  from 
standard  works,  a  few  slight  alterations  have  been  made, 
which  are  not  acknowledged,  except  here.  The  desire  to 
attribute  them  to  their  Author,  is  my  apology ;  and  the 
fact  that  the  work  is  generally  known,  will  enable  the 
public  to  do  justice  to  us  both.  The  original  compositions 
plead  rather  for  candour,  than  challenge  criticism.  They 
are  mostly  on  subjects  which  were  either  not  supplied,  or 
supplied  in  an  unsatisfactory  manner. 

The  Rev.  Mr.  John  Wesley  says,  that  the  greater  part 
of  the  hymns  in  his  book,  were  composed  by  the  Rev. 
Charles  Wesley.    It  is  a  source  of  regret  that  they  cannot 


PREFACE.  V 

now  be  identified  with  their  Author !  I  have  made  a  pret- 
ty free  us©  of  his  book,  and  am  inclined  to  think  that 
the  most  of  those  selected  from  it  were  composed  by  Mr 
C.  Wesley,  but,  as  of  this  I  am  not  certain,  I  have  been 
compelled  to  refer  the  reader  to  Wesley's  Collection. 

There  is  in  the  hymns  of  Mr.  Wesley  one  excellence,  of 
which  I  cannot  speak  in  terms  of  approbation  too  strong. 
It  consists  in  his  personal  addresses  to  God.  He  does  not 
speak  about  him  merely,  but  addresses  him  in  humble 
prayer,  earnest  pleading — and  sends  up  his  hymns  directly 
to  him  in  strains  of  lofty  praise.  It  is  this  that  gives  hi? 
compositions  that  unction,  which,  operating  as  a  charm 
on  the  congregation  whilst  singing,  kindles  in  them  the 
fervour  of  devotion  without  their  knowing  why.  Trans- 
ported by  the  poet  to  the  throne  of  God,  they  feel  awed 
into  reverence  by  the  Majesty  on  high. 

From  a  European  work,  published  by  the  Synod  of  Re- 
lief, the  Compiler  has  been  enabled  to  select  many  hymns 
and  songs  which  add  to  the  value  of  his  book,  and  the 
more,  because,  in  themselves  valuable,  they  are,  for  the 
most  part,  unknown  in  this  country. 

The  compositions  of  Dr.  Watts  more  enrich  the  Choice 
than  any  others.  Without  any  wish  to  cause  his  general 
work  to  be  disused,  the  Compiler  has  been  desirous  to 
make  his  own  book  more  acceptable  to  the  public,  by 
adorning  it  with  the  beauties  of  this  prince  of  lyric  poets. 
Instead  of  making  his  hymns  less  useful,  he  hopes  thereby 
to  give  them  a  more  constant  use  in  our  worshipping  as- 
semblies. 

By  the  publishers  of  spiritual  songs  the  indulgence  of 
the  enlightened  community  has  been  so  often  bespoke, 
that  it  has  become  common  to  conceive  that  a  book,  one 
design  of  which  is  to  circulate  them,  must  necessarily  be 
deficient  in  poetic  merit.  But  why  may  not  compositions 
of  this  kind  be  as  worthy  of  acceptation  as  hymns?  That 
many  which  are  so  called,  are  destitute  of  claims  to  pub- 
lic favour,  is  admitted;  but  it  is  not  the  purpose  of  the  Choice 


VI  PREFACE. 

to  circulate  them.    If  the  first  part  of  it  merits  public  ap- 
probation, the  second  alleges  its  claim  also. 


EXPLANATION. 

In  preparing  the  sixth  edition  of  the  Choice  for  the  press, 
the  Compiler  has  revised  and  corrected  the  whole.  This 
was  partly  done  before  the  fifth  was  issued,  and  would 
have  been  completed,  but  for  the  pressure  of  other  engage- 
ments, and  the  immediate  call  for  the  work.  A  very  few 
miscellanies  have  been  deemed  necessary  to  make  the 
volume  complete.  These  have  been  added,  and  the  arrange- 
ment preserved  according  to  his  pledge  to  the  public. 

Some  explanation  was  needful,  especially  relative  to 
song  64,  and  to  avoid  adding  to  the  size  of  the  book  he  has 
expunged  so  much  of  the  former  preface  as  to  give  it  room. 
It  had  been  originally  too  long  and  prosaic,  and  the  hur- 
ried manner  in  which  it  was  abridged  for  the  stereotypes 
excluded  so  many  of  the  leading  exercises  as  left  it,  like 
the  lame,  unequal.  The  instrument  of  his  first  quickening 
into  life  was  not  as  clearly  disclosed  as  it  merited  to  be. 
The  sword  of  the  Spirit  (John  iii.  3 — 7.)  in  his  own  al- 
mighty hand  was  the  means  first  employed.  A  withered 
blossom  was  the  second. — It  was  due  to  the  public  and 
himself  to  correct  these  inaccuracies,  as  far  at  least  as  he 
was  able,  and  to  place  things  in  their  proper  order. 

If  the  removal  of  a  verse  or  composition  has  been 
deemed  necessary  for  the  advancement  of  the  work  to- 
wards perfection,  the  trouble  and  expense  are  his ;  and, 
if  the  Church  is  benefited  by  it,  this  is  his  sufficient  re- 
ward. The  form  is  just  what  was  designed  for  the  fourth 
edition,  and  the  whole  as  complete  as  he  can  make  bo 
small  a  pocket  manuel.— May  the  Divine  favour  attend 
it,  for  Jesus'  sake.   Amen. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

PART  I. 


Nativity  of  Christ 1 — 4 

Christ  our  Pattern 5 — 11 

Christ  Crucified 12 — 34 

Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ...  35 — 46 

Christ's  Mission 47 — 50 

Intercession  of  Christ ' 51 — 54 

Characters  and  Representations  of  Christ  55 — 80 

Redemption 81—86 

The  Holy  Spirit 87—99 

Praise 100—151 

The  Scriptures 152 — 155 

Law  and  Sin 156—158 

Gospel  Grace 159—226 

Gospel  Ministry 227—301 

The  Penitent 302— -322 

Prayer 323—357 

Christian  Testimony 358—364 

Baptism 365—378 

The  Church 379—385 

Covenanting 386 

Receiving  to  Membership 387—399 

The  Lord's  Supper 400 — 408 

Ordinations 409 — 416 

Christian  Exercises 417 — 448 

The  Conflict 449—485 

Circumstances  of  Life 486 — 491 

Stages  of  Life 492 — 499 

Death 500—507 

Judgment 508 — 514 

Family  Worship 515 — 521 

Parting 522—526 

doxologies. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

PART  II. 


Nativity  of  Christ 1 — 5 

Crucifixion  of  Christ 6 — 13 

Resurrection  of  Christ 14 

Exaltation  of  Christ 15 — 17 

Characters  of  Christ 18 — 23 

Praise 24—44 

Triumphs  of  the  Gospel 45 — 55 

Invitations 56 

The  Penitent 57 — 59 

Public  Prayer 60—63 

Owning  Christ 64 — 72 

Baptism 73—76 

Christian  Fellowship 77—84 

Christian  Exercises 85 — 102 

Christian  Conflict 103 — 113 

Longing  for  Heaven 114 — 123 

Contentment 124 — 127 

Affliction 128 — 130 

Death 131—134 

Sinners  Warned 135 — 137 

Judgment 138 — 140 

Meeting  and  Parting 141 — 144 

Farewell 145 — 148 

Miscellanies 149 — 177 


TABLE  FOR  THE  HYMNS. 


According  to  thy  gracious  word 401 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 228 

Adam,  our  father  and  our  head 24 

After  all  that  I  have  done 223 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 14 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 442 

All-seeing,  powerful  God 174 

All,  who  through  Christ  the  living  way 466 

Almighty  God,  I  come  to  thee 308 

Almighty  God  !  thy  word  is  cast 249 

Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame 488 

Almighty  Saviour !  didst  thou  bleed 372 

Almighty  Saviour!  Son  of  God 229 

Almighty  Spirit !  O  impart 227 

Aloud  we  sing  the  wondrous  grace 7 

Amazing  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound 209 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 456 

An  awful  voice  of  thunder  roll'd 358 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fall 4S5 

And  must  this  body  die 507 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 344 

Arise  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 86 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 383 

As  beams  of  mercy  round  me  shone 359 

As  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast 195 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung 23 

Assist  thy  servant,  Lord 277 

As  water  purifies 371 

As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 176 

Author  and  object  of  our  faith 256 

Author  of  good !  to  thee  I  turn 337 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 145 

Awake,  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue 122 

Awake !  my  soul,  and  use  thy  arms 451 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 106 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 476 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day 516 

Awake,  our  souls  away,  our  fears 4-73 

A? 


X  TABLE  FOR  THE  HYMNS. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 265 

Before  the  great  Jehovah's  bar 250 

Begin  the  high,  celestial  strain 117 

Behold,  I  send  you  forth,  as  sheep 449 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 12 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 343 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 194 

Believing  soul,  why  tarriest  thou 375 

Beneath  thy  sacred,  awful  feet 321 

Beside  the  gospel  pool 3>8 

Be  still !  and  know  that  I  am  God 305 

Bestow,  almighty  God 307 

Beyond  the  glittering  starry  sky 41 

Bid  me  of  man  beware 450 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 211 

Blest  are  the  souls  whose  sufferings  show 472 

Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  love 522 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 2G8 

Bought  with  the  Saviour's  precious  blood 384 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 4(13 

Brother  in  Christ,  beloved  thou 390 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night 196 

By  faint  and  glimmering  light  we  view 506 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 434 

Chosen  and  blest  in  Christ  our  Head , 185 

Christ  tasted  death  for  all  our  race 83 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues 40 

Come,  and  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 20 

Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 102 

Come,  guilty  souls,  and  flee  away 173 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 47 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 172 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  thine  influence  shed 369 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 96 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 88 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 169 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 396 

Come  in,  ye  blessed  of  our  God -k 392 

Come  in,  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord 393 

Come,  let  me  love— or  is  my  mind 118 

Gome,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord 354 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 115 

Gome,  let  us  join  pur  noblest  songs » 109 

Come,  let  us  1  i ft  our  joyful  eyes 53 

Come,  let  us  lift  the  voice  of  prayer 325 

Come,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine 386 

Come,  let  us  worship  and  bow  down 253 


TABLE   FOR   THE   HYMNS.  XI 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart 143 

Come,  Lord,  from  above 2:26 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 345 

Come,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord 234 

Come,  sacred  Spiri  t !  from  above 95 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  bleeding  Lamb 261 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  Saviour  come 255 

Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God 230 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 235 

Come,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints 295 

Come  unto  me,  all  ye  who  groan 225 

Come,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord 363 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd 166 

Compar'd  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 69 

Conven'd  from  different  parts,  O  Lord 294 

Convinc'd  that  I  against  thy  throne 309 

Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 478 

Deacons,  awake !  the  work  fulfil 414 

Dear  centre  of  my  soul's  desire 74 

Dear  Lord,  and  has  thy  pardoning  love 377 

Dear  Lord,  the  path  to  thine  abode 469 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove 89 

Destruction's  dang'rous  road  189 

Did  Christ  the  Saviour  kneel 28 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame 457 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.  Lord 526 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord 267 

Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  bliss 187 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep". 216 

Election  ! — 'tis  most  sweet  to  those 186 

Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode 120 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 514 

Eternity,  with  all  its  years 247 

Exalted  Prince,  thou  Prince  of  peace 355 

Extend  thy  conquests  far  and  wide 288 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 201 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  evidence. 202 

Faith  ! — 'tis  a  precious  grace 203 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone 281 

Father,  I  bow  before  thy  throne  ... 342 

Father,  in  the  dust  we  lie 327 

Father  of  Glory!  to  thy  name 148 

Father  of  mercies,  bend  thine  ear 350 

Father  of  mercies!  from  thy  throne 348 

Father  of  mercies !  send  thv  grace 9 

Father,  to  thoe  my  soul  I  lift -.  «-.  ...  407 


XU  TABLE  FOR  THE   HYMNS. 

Pother,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 338 

Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe 492 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 212 

For  a  season  call'd  to  part 524 

For  zeal  I  sigh,  for  zeal  I  pant 448 

Forgiveness!  'tis  a  joyful  sound 193 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 113 

From  Egypt  lately  freed 461 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts 190 

From  heaven  the  sinning  angels  fell 141 

From  sin's  dark,  thorny  maze 385 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise J34 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 126 

Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above 107 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 520 

Go  forth,  thou  mighty  Conqueror,  go 289 

Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name 409 

Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord 269 

Go,  preach  the  gospel,  saith  the  Lord 368 

God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise 424 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 298 

God  of  love,  O  hear  our  prayer 387 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth 495 

God,  the  offended  God,  most  High 239 

Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows 494 

Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound 208 

Grace!  'tis  a  most  delightful  theme 210 

Grace !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme 219 

Grace  triumphant  on  the  throne  . . .  » 220 

Gracious  Father,  gracious  Lord 274 

Great  God!  how  infinite  are  thou 112 

Great  God  !  incline  thy  gracious  ear 347 

Great  God,  now  condescend 356 

Great  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height 44 

Great  God !  with  wonder  and  with  praise 152 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 380 

Great  Prophet  of  the  ransom'd  church 60 

Great  Spirit  of  immortal  love 97 

Great  Sov'reign  of  the  earth  and  skies 151 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 240 

Happy  beyond  description  he 200 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place 379 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 204 

Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace 62 

Happy  the  soul  whose  wishes  climb 130 

Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 500 

Hark !  how  the  watchmen  cry 454 

Hark !  the  glad  sound:  the  Saviour  comes 49 


TABLE   FOR  THE   HYMNS.  XIU 

Hark !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 49 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  say 35 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing 2 

Hark!  the  Saviour  of  mankind 50 

Hark!  'tis  the  dying  Saviour's  cry 17 

Hark  !  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear 168 

Head  of  the  Church  !  thy  care  we  bless 415 

He  dies !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies 26 

He  dies !  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood 18 

He  dies,  the  mighty  Saviour  dies 16 

He  knelt,  the  Saviour  knelt 29 

H'i  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones 38 

He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known 64 

He'p  us,  O  Lord!  each  hour  of  need 244 

Hence  from  my  soul  sad  thoughts  begone 420 

High  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung 21 

His  death  we  mourn,  who  lately  stood 504 

Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  confess 6 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light 37 

How  are  thy  glories  here  display'd 407 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord 491 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 293 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 198 

How  charming  is  the  place 282 

How  closely  join'd  are  man  and  wife 487 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 280 

How  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 61 

How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 192 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 215 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 283 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  sweet 285 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine •. .  155 

How  sad 's  my  state  ! — I  know  not  how 313 

Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high 324 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 405 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 58 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 346 

How  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel  sound 243 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 437 

Hungry,  and  faint,  and  poor 271 

I  am  the  way,  the  Saviour  cries 80 

I  feel  the  strugglings  of  desire 303 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 73 

I  love  my  Saviour  God 362 

I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace 481 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord 458 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 429 


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I  sing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death 39 

I  sing  redemption  through  his  Mood 81 

I  sing  the  God  whose  power  and  love 114 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray 335 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 480 

In  but  one  single  point,  if  thou 157 

In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 136 

In  the  sweet  season  of  thy  youth 493 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 98 

In  thy  great  name,  Supreme  of  all 370 

In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 178 

Indulgent  God,  how  kind 170 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine tj7 

(s  there  ambition  in  my  heart 207 

Is  there  a  trembling  mourner  here 258. 

Jerusalem,  O  hadst  thou  known 254 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 378 

Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds 1(17 

jesus,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee 330 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  Charming  name 59 

Jesus,  I  sing  thy  matchless  grace 72 

Jesus !  in  thy  transporting  name 50 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee 388 

jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone 4(5 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 334 

Jesus,  the  heavenly  lover,  gave 57 

Jesus,  the  name  to  sinners  dear 231 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinners  friend 25 

Jesus,  thou  dying  Lamb 373 

Jesus,  thou  hast  advised 360 

Jesus,  thou  heavenly  Lamb 7G 

Jesus,  thou  lover  of  mankind 306 

Jesus,  thy  all-victorious  love  340 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 78 

Jesus,  thy  witness  speaks  within 100 

Jesus,  to  whom  we  now  belong 242 

Jesus,  united  by  thy  grace 236 

Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above 84 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 4 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things 184 

King  of  Kings  and  Lord  of  Lords      105 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 154 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 159 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 181 

Let  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name   389 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory.  Lord 142 


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Let  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 224 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  . 430 

Let  worms  devour  my  wasting  flesh  . ., .    \ 511 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 431 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 296 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  given 158 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 198 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heavenly  seats 51 

Light  of  our  souls !  thyself  reveal 246 

Lo !  the  Redeemer  leaves  the  tomb 36 

Lo!  there  's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 161 

Lo!  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eye 237 

Long  have  I  seem'd  to  serve  thee,  Lord 31.) 

Look  up,  my  soul,  behold  the  prize 4«2 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall 322 

i.ord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 317 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 146 

Lord,  how  large  thy  bounties  are 180 

Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart. 206 

Lord,  in  the  morning  I  will  send 517 

Lord,  smile  on  each  divine  attempt 2:)0 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  we  mortals  blind 103 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  lock 82 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet 525 

Love  divine,  how  sweet  the  sound 221 

Low  would  I  bow  beneath  thy  feet 119 

Man  has  a  soul  that  never  dies 252 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join 1 

My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men 513 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord JO 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so 464 

My  former  hopes  are  fled '. 315 

My  God,  my  Father,  thou  art  wise 422 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 123 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 128 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 432 

My  God.  what  silken  cords  are  thine 93 

My  gracious,  my  Almighty  Lord 497 

My  heart  is  fix'd—  did  David  say 460 

My  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires 474 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend 121 

My  sins  and  fears  like  billows  rise 302 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  gua«d 453 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 284 

My  soul,  how  solemn  is  the  word 496 

My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies 14-1 


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My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy .♦♦*..  421 

Myself  I  cannot  save 339 

Not  unto  us,  but  thee  alone 279 

Nothing  save  Jesus  would  I  know 34 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God 205 

Now,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 300 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime 135 

Now  let  our  voices  join 433 

Now,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  heart 273 

Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire 94 

Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise 428 

Now  to  the  throne  of  grace  I'll  go 352 

Now,  while  the  gospel  net  is  cast 270 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 104 

O  blessed  souls  are  they 191 

O  come  !  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord 163 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 257 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 341 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 42 

O  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray 131 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 100 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil 423 

O  may  I  find  in  death 501 

Of  all  our  sins  is  pride 470 

O  Saviour,  help  me  to  resolve 310 

O  sinners!  could  you  see 11 

O  sinners,  to  the  Saviour  go 260 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive 232 

O  that  I  could  repent 312 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 376 

O  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys 45 

O  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 30 

O  thou,  who  didst  for  sinners  die 326 

O  !  what  a  sad  and  doleful  night 22 

O  with  v  hat  pleasure  we  behold 398 

O  Zion,  when  shall  I  survey 484 

Obedient  to  the  word 367 

O'erwhelm'd  with  restless  griefs  and  fears 444 

Oh!  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 435 

On  this  delightful  day 139 

On  this  sweet  morn  the  Lord  arose 138 

On  willows,  near  to  Babel's  flood 440 

Once  more  before  we  part 523 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God 276 

Our  blessed  Redeemer,  ere  he  breath'd 87 

Our  Captain  leads  us  on 455 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands 214 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 43 

Out  of  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  come 391 


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Patience  divine !— how  rich  the  grace 426 

Patience!— O,  what  a  grace  divine 425 

Perfection  here  below 179 

'Mung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 116 

Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear 150 

Pray,  says  the  word,  and  never  cease 351 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 323 

Prepare  a  thankful  song 52 

Proclaim  saivation  from  the  Lord 183 

Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky 133 

Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye 333 

Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye 156 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 48 

Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord 222 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern 286 

Renew'd  by  grace,  we  love  the  word 399 

Resplendent  Sun  !  thy  rays  impart 406 

Revive  thy  work,  Almighty  Lord 349 

Rousd  by  th'  gospel's  powerful  sound 314 

Saints,  at  your  heavenly  Father's  word 459 

Salvation  !  0:  the  joyful  sound 217 

Saviour,  wast  thou  baptis'd  in  blood 366 

Say,  who  is  she  that  looks  abroad 381 

Search  the  Scriptures,  saith  the  Lord 153 

See,  ye  sinners  see !  the  flame 264 

Seek,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate 233 

Shepherd  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 332 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 4J0 

Shout,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns 292 

Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 149 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive 320 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 486 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 245 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 278 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 452 

Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 1 10 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies 490 

Spirit  Divine  !  we  barren  prove 99 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 477 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 188 

Stretch'd  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies 13 

Sweet  were  the  tears  that  once  I  shed 361 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days 489 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come 508 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death 4D'1 


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The  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief 408 

The- busy  scenes  of  day  are  clos'd 518 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 519 

The  food  on  which  my  children  live 272 

The  gospel  light  rolls  down  the  sky 3 

The  hour  of  prayer  once  more  is  come 331 

The  Judge  descends  from  worlds  on  high 512 

The  kind  Redeemer  left  his  throne 70 

The  law  still  curses  those  who  break 266 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims 77 

The  Lord  shall  come,  a  glorious  form 50!) 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 436 

The  praying  spirit  breathe- 329 

The  Saviour  bids  me  come 311 

The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 164 

The  Saviour  comes  !  no  outward  pomp 31 

The  Saviour !  O  what  boundless  charms 55 

The  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press 471 

The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind 92 

The  time  will  surely  come. 213 

The  vilest  of  the  human  race 259 

The  wandering  star,  and  fleeting  wind 443 

The  world  can  never  give 263 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 71 

There  's  nothing  round  the  spacious  earth 417 

These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine 132 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  has  made 248 

This  morning  let  my  praise  arise 515 

Thou  art  the" way— to  thee  alone 65 

Though  I  should  seek  to  wash  me  clean 54 

Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come 510 

Thus  far  mv  God  hath  led  me  on 462 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 521 

Thus  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One 171 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford 275 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 438 

'Tis  finish 'd  ! — so  the  Saviour  cried 85 

'Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads 90 

'Tis  my  happiness  below 465 

To  bless  the  chosen  race 291 

To-day  the  Saviour  rose 140 

To  dwell  in  unity  and  love 241 

To  God,  the  only  wise 124 

To  him  that  lov'd  the  sons  of  men 108 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive 218 

To  that  dear  world  of  light  and  bliss 419 

To  thee,  O  God,  when  creatures  fail 353 

To  you,  O  men,  I  call 262 


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Together  with  these  symbols,  Lord 402 

Trembling  I  stand  before  the  Lord 304 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  searcli  the  ground 238 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  .  • 400 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  Hill 197 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie 127 

Up  to  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns 323 

Up  to  thy  throne,  O  God  of  love 416 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 70 

Vain  men,  your  fond  pursuits  forbear 299 

Warm  was  his  heart,  his  faith  was  strong 33 

Was  it  my  sin  that  wounded  thee 32 

Wash'd  in  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 394 

We  are  a  garden  wall'd  around 382 

We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne 301 

Welcome  and  precious  to  my  soul 297 

Welcome  here,  our  friend  and  brother  .  • 397 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 137 

Welcome,  ye  well-beloved  of  God 395 

What  jarring  natures  dwell  within 445 

What  shall  1  do  my  God  to  love 101 

What  shall  I  do,  the  sinner  cries 374 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 364 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 330 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 499 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way 467 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatoh'd  away 502 

When  Christ,  who  came  my  soul  to  save 365 

When  Christ,  with  all  his  graces  crown'd 418 

When  first  the  Lord  his  grace  reveal'd 439 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 479 

When  I  can  say,  My  God  is  mine 483 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 404 

When  Jesus  died,  a  suffering  one 19 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 8 

When  Jesus  smil'd,  and  said,  arise 446 

When,  O  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 147 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise 162 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise 5 

Where  are  the  grateful  tears  I  shed 447 

Where  Christ  the  Lord  has  planted  grace 177 

Where  is  the  Judge  that  shall  condemn 199 

Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice Ill 

While  carnal  men,  with  all  their  might 475 

While  in  this  dark  and  dreary  land 63 


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While  my  Redeemer  'a  near 66 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 357 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing 125 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 91 

Why  tarriest  thou  ?  arise 376 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 123 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind 468 

With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 411 

With  holy  awe,  and  solemn  dread 505 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 75 

With  Mary's  love,  without  her  fear 251 

With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear 287 

With  Satan,  Christ  had  fought 27 

Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God 4J3 

Where  Babel's  streams  ran  murmuring  by 441 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men 162 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu 68 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 412 

Ye  sin-sick  souls,  draw  near 175 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 165 

Yonder,  amazing  sight  1  I  see 15 


NATIVITY  OF  CHRIST. 

1.    CM.    Medley. 

Behold  I  bring  you  good  tidings  of  greal  joy. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chaunt  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran, 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

6  O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love 

Our  hearts  and  songs  to  raise  I 
Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  above, 
And  mingle  with  their  lays. 

2.    7's.    Anon. 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest !    Luke  ii.  14 

HARK !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
'  Glory  to  the  new-born  king; 


>  NATIVITY   OF   CHRIST. 

1  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
'  God  and  sinners  reconcil'd.' 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies, 
With  the  heavenly  host  proclaim, 

•  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem.' 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  ador'd, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
Meekly  lays  his  glory  by, 

Born  for  men,  for  men  to  die. 

4  Hail !  thou  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
Hail !  thou  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
Risen  with  healing  in  thy  wings, 

Life  and  light  thy  rising  brings. 

3.    L.  M. 

Good  Tidings  of  Great  Joy.    Luke  ii.  10 — 14 

THE  gospel  light  rolls  down  the  sky, 
And  frighten'd  darkness  flies  away ; 
Fill'd  with  ecstatic  heavenly  joy, 
Sweet  angels  hail  the  blissful  day! 

2  Wrapt  in  the  shades  of  mental  night, 
Deep  sunk  in  guilt  lay  all  the  world  ,* 

1  When  bursting,  glorious,  heavenly  light,' 
The  soul-reviving  scene  unfurl'd. 

3  '  Go,  shepherds,'  said  the  angel  band, 
4  Go,  and  embrace  your  infant  King; 

'  Proclaim  the  joy  through  every  land, 

*  Let  heaven  and  earth  with  rapture  ring.' 

4  '  Glory  to  God  on  high  be  given,' 
The  bursting,  joyful,  tidings  roll'd, 

'  Good  will  and  peace  descend  from  heaven, 
'  To  bless  and  save  a  sinking  world.' 

5  We'll  spread  the  news  the  world  around  ; 
Be  this  our  lasting,  sweet  employ, 

Till  heaven  and  earth  reflect  the  sound. 
And  heathen  nations  catch  the  joy. 


CHRIST  OUR  PATTERN.  4,  5 

4.    CM.     Watts. 
The  Messiah's  coming  and  kingdom. 

JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  ,• 
Let  earth  receive  her  king  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

3  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

CHRIST  OUR  PATTERN. 

5.    L.  M.    Epis.  Coll 
Christ  our  pattern. 

WHENE'ER  the  angry  passions  rise, 
And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

2  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

3  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 

Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright 

4  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labour  of  his  life  was  love, 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

5  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 

To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 
Make  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee. 


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6,7  CHRIST  OUR  PATTERN. 

8.    7's.     Wesley's  CM. 
Christ  our  pattern. 
"OLY  Lamb,  who  thee  confess, 
Followers  of  thy  holiness, 
Thee  they  ever  keep  in  view, 
Ever  ask,  what  shall  I  do  ? 

2  Govern'd  by  thy  only  will, 
All  thy  words  we  would  fulfil, 
Would  in  all  thy  footsteps  go, 
Walk  as  Jesus  did  below. 

3  While  thou  didst  on  earth  appear, 
Servant  to  thy  servants  here, 
Mindful  of  thy  place  above, 

All  thy  life  was  prayer  and  love. 

4  Such  our  whole  employment  be, 
Works  of  faith  and  charity, 
Works  of  love  on  man  bestow'd, 
Secret  intercourse  with  God. 

5  Early  in  the  temple  meet, 
And  our  loving  Saviour  greet; 
Nightly  to  the  mount  repair, 
Join  our  praying  Pattern  there. 

6  There  by  wrestling  faith  obtain 
Power  to  work  for  God  again ; 
Glad  to  pray  and  labour  on, 
Till  our  earthly  course  is  run. 

7.    C.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  Example  of  Christ 

ALOUD  we  sing  the  wondrous  grace, 
Christ  to  his  murderers  bare, 
Which  made  the  tort' ring  cross  its  throne, 
And  hung  its  trophies  there. 

2  '  Father,  forgive !'  his  mercy  cried 

With  his  expiring  breath, 
And  drew  eternal  blessings  down 
On  those  who  wrought  his  death. 

3  Jesus,  thy  wondrous  love  we  sing! 

And  while  we  sing,  admire ; 


pu„ «uiv   rATTJJJRN.  8,9 

ureaine  on  our  souls,  and  kindle  there 

The  same  celestial  fire. 
4  Sway'd  by  thy  dear  example,  we 

For  enemies  would  pray ; 
With  love  their  hatred,  and  their  curse 

With  blessings,  would  repay. 

8.    L.  M.     Gibbojis. 
The  beneficence  of  Christ  for  our  imitation. 

WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day  ? 
Sweet  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race. 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod. 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

9.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 
Ttie  good  Samaritan.    Luke  x.  29 — 37 

FATHER  of  mercies !  send  thy  grace, 
All-powerful  from  above', 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls, 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts, 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief, 

In  low  distress  are  laid  ; 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  Our  hands  to  aid. 
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10,  11  CHRIST  OUR  PATTERN. 

4  So  Jesus  flew  on  wings  of  love, 
To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 
And  shed  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

10.  L.  M.    Watts. 
The  Example  of  Christ. 

MY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witness'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here, 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

11.    S.  M. 
Christ  our  Pattern  in  Baptism. 
SINNERS!  could  you  see 
Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Extended  on  Mount  Calvary 

Groaning  beneath  your  load  : 
Could  you  but  hear  him  say, 
With  his  expiring  breath, 
"  I  die  to  bear  your  guilt  away, 
That  you  may  live  by  faitii :" 
Could  you  but  see  him  rise, 

From  Jordan's  rolling  flood, 
And  hear  him  say,  "  be  ye  baptiz'd, 

Like  me  your  rising  Lord  :" 
Where  is  the  heart  of  stone 
That  would  not  melt  or  break : 


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CHRIST   CRUCIFIED.  12,  1? 

That  would  not  b«Ad  to  God  alone, 

And  all  the  world  forsake  ? 
Forsake,  as  he  advis'd, 

Obey  his  pleasing  rule, 
And,  like  our  Pattern,  be  baptiz'd, 

Be  buried  from  the  world  ? 


CHRIST  CRUCIFIED. 
12.     C.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Christ  Crucified. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree! 
How  vast  ibe  love  that  him  inelin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me ! 

2  Hark !  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done;  the  precious  ransom ^s  paid; 

Receive  my  soul,  he  cries ; 
See,  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head, 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies? 

4  But  soon  he  111  break  death's  envious  chain. 

And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God!  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine ! 

13.    L.  M.    Steele. 
A  dying  Saviour.    Mark  xv.  29 — 38. 

STRETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies: 
Hark !  his  expiring  groans  arise ! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide ! 

2  Did  Christ  the  Lord,  for  sinners  bleed! 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No !  he  withdrew  his  splendid  ray, 
And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day. 

3  Can  1  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow 


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14,  15  CHRIST  CRUCIFIED. 

And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 
4  Come,  dearest  Lord !  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart, 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

14     CM.    Watts. 
Godly  sorrow  arising  from  Christ's  sufferings. 
LAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
.  And  did  my  Sovereign  die ! 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bathed  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  sufferer  stood'- 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  T  had  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  J 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  1  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

15.    C.  M.     Stennett. 
The  attraction  of  the  Cross.    John  xii.  32. 

YONDER,  amazing  sight !  I  see 
Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th' accursed  tree, 
And  weltering  in  his  blood- 


CHRIST   CRUCIFIED. 

2  jsekold  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head ; 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun, 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ; 
And,  with  th'amaz'd  centurion,  cry, 
'This  is  the  Son  of  God!' 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 

May  well  my  hopes  revive; 
/f  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  O,  that  these  cords  of  love  divine 

Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee! 
Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine ; 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be. 

16.     CM. 
The  effects  of  Christ's  death. 

HE  dies,  the  mighty  Saviour  dies ! 
The  purple  streams  run  down ! 
He  closes  his  resplendent  eyes! 
All  nature  seems  to  mourn. 

2  The  heavenly  harps  remain'd  imstrung, 

In  silence  laid  aside, 
While  "  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died." 

3  His  groans  awake  the  sleeping  dead, 

Like  light'ning  Satan  fell, 
And  when  to  death  he  bow'd  his  head, 
He  shook  the  powers  of  hell. 

4  Well  might  the  sun  withdraw  his  ray, 

Earth  to  its  centre  heave, 
And  darltness  clothe  the  mourning  day, 
And  all  creation  grieve. 

5  Well  might  the  Roman  soldier  say, 

When  he  beheld  that  blood, 
And  felt  the  earth  beneath  give  way, 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God!" 


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17,  18  CHRIST   CRUCIFIED. 

6  Now  let  me  lift  my  weeping  eyes, 
And  to  the  cross  repair  ; 
The  cross  of  woe,  where  Jesus  dies, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

17.    CM. 

Sin  the  cause  of  Christ's  pain. 

HARK !  'tis  the  dying  Saviour's  cry 
Upon  Mount  Calvary ; 
My  God !  my  God !  O  tell  me,  why 
Hast  thou  forsaken  me  ? 

2  Was  it  my  sin  that  caus'd  that  frown, 

And  prest  my  Saviour  sore  ? 
That  made  the  crimson  flood  run  down 
From  everj'  opening  pore  1 

3  Yes,  they  transfix'd  and  tore  his  feet, 

His  hands  and  side  they  wound, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet, 
And  wet  the  purple  ground. 

4  They  threw  a  cloud  around  the  God, 

Roll'd  back  the  flood  of  day ; 
That  those  dear  streams  of  precious  blood 
Might  take  my  sins  away 

5  The  pains  that  I  have  caus'd  thee,  Lord, 

I  never  can  relieve: 
But,  yielding  to  thy  sacred  word, 
Myself  to  thee  1  give. 

18.    L.  M.    Watts. 
Christ's  death  and  resurrection. 

HE  dies !  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood, 
He  rises, — and  appears  a  God ; 
Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

2  Hence,  and  for  ever,  from  my  heart, 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 


CHRIST   CRUCIFIED.  19,  20 

19.  CM. 

Godly  sorrow  nf  the  dying  thief. 

WHEN  Jesus  died,  a  suffering  one 
Was  soften'd  into  grief; 
Tooch'd  by  the  Saviour's  dying  groan, 
He  sought  and  found  relief 

2  RemernWr  me,  the  sinner  cries, 

With  his  expiring  breath  ; 
The  glorious  Saviour  lifts  his  eyes, 
And  gives  the  conquering  faith. 

3  Now  in  thy  kingdom,  Saviour,  God, 

From  all  thy  sufferings  free, 
Look  from  the  place  of  thine  abode, 
And,  O  remember  me. 

20.  CM. 

The  Saviour  s  agony. 

COME,  and  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain  ; 
Kneeling  beneath  your  guilty  load, 
In  agonizing  pain. 

2  Stay  here  and  watch,  he  meekly  said, 

Till  I  shall  yonder  go ; 
And  there  he  knelt,  and  bow'd  his  heau 
And  prayed  with  fervour  too. 

3  And  as  he  knelt  and  prayed  to  God, 

The  angels  hover  round  ; 
But  could  not  stav  the  crimson  flooa, 
It  dropt  upon  the  ground. 

4  Methinks  I  hear  them  whispering  say 

Almighty,  suffering  Lord, 
Be  pleas'd  to  teach  us  how  we  may 
Remove  this  painful  load. 

5  Be  silent. !  all  ye  heavenly  hosts, 

Let  human  bosoms  melt  ; 

This  is  a  part  of  what  it  costs 

To  rescue  souls  from  guilt. 


21,  22  CHRIST   CRUCIFIED 

6  None  M*t  your  Sovereign  and  their  Goc 
F>r  sinners  can  atone ; 
Vour  Maker  must  sustain  the  load, 
And  bear  it  all  alone. 

21.  CM.    Watts. 

The  Brazen  Serpent's  Antitype. 

HIGH  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung 
High  in  the  heaven  he  reigns .' 
Here  sinners  by  th'  old  serpent  pmng, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

2  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  world  revives ; 
The  Jews  behold  the  glorious  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

22.  CM.     Hart. 

Fellowship  with  ChriM  in  Jiis  sufferings.    Phil.  iii.  10. 

O!  WHAT  a  sad  and  doleful  night 
Preceded  that  day's  morn, 
When  darkness  seiz'd  the  Lord  of  light, 
And  sin  was  by  him  borne ! 

2  Forth  from  the  garden,  fully  tried, 

Our  bruised  Champion  came, 

To  suffer  what  remain'd  beside 

Of  anguish,  grief,  and  shame. 

3  Nail'd  to  the  cross  through  hands  and  feet, 

He  hung  in  open  view ; 
To  make  his  sufferings  quite  complete, — 
Of  God  deserted  too. 

4  Through  nature's  works  the  woes  he  felt, 

With  soft  infection  ran ; 
The  hardest  things  could  break,  or  melt, 
Except  the  heart  of  man. 

5  Lord,  thou  hast  paid  the  mighty  debt, 

And  made  believers  clean  ; 
But  he  knows  nothing  of  it  yet, 
WTho  is  not  griev'd  at  sin. 


CHRIST  CRUCIFIED.  23,  24 

6  O,  cause  this  flinty  heart  to  melt ! 
Steep  it  in  blood  divine ! 
That  sweetest  union  may  be  felt, 
Betwixt  it,  Lord,  and  thine. 

23.    C.  M.    Stennett. 
The  Converted  Thief.    Luke  xxiii.  42. 

AS  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch 
That  languish'd  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confess'd ; 
Then  tum'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  address'd : 

3  '  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven ! 

*  Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ! 
1 1  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
'And  weltering  in  thy  blood. 

4  '  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe, 

'  In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
'  Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
'  And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  'Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

'  Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me, 
'  And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death 
'  Let  me  a  sharer  be.' 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies  ; 
•  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
'  With  me  in  Paradise.' 

24.    L.  M      Watts. 
Jesus  our  Surety  and  Saviour 

ADAM,  our  father  and  our  head, 
Transgress'd,  and  justice  doom'd  us  dead  ; 
The  fiery  law  speaks  all  despair  ; 
There 's  no  reprieve  nor  pardon  there. 
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25  CHRIST  CRUCIFIED. 

2  But  O,  unutterable  grace ! 

The  Son  of  Cod  takes  Adam's  place, 
Down  to  our  world  the  Saviour  flies, 
Stretches  his  amis,  and  bleeds,  and  dies. 

3  Justice  was  pleas'd  to  bruise  the  God, 
And  pay  its  wrongs  with  heavenly  blood  : 
What  unknown  racks  and  pangs  he  bore! 
Then  rose  ; — the  law  could  ask  no  more. 

4  Amazing  work !  look  down,  ye  skies, 
Wonder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes ; 
Ye  heavenly  thrones  stoop  from  above, 
And  bow  to  this  mysterious  love. 

5  Triumph  and  reign,  victorious  Lord, 
By  all  the  flaming  hosts  ador'd  ; 

And  say  dear  Conqueror,  say  how  long, 
Ere  we  snail  rise  to  join  their  song  ? 

6  Send  down  a  chariot  from  above, 
With  fiery  wheels  and  pav'd  with  love, 
Raise  us  beyond  th'  eiherial  blue, 

To  sing  and  love  as  angels  do. 

25.     C.  M.     Anon. 
Lord,  remember  me.     Luke  xxiii.  42. 

JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 
As  such  I  look  to  thee, 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary, 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

Whilst  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  mo. 

4  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress 'd, 

Howe'er  opprest  I  be ; 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 


CHRIST  CRUCIFIED.  26,  27 

5  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation 's  free ; 
Then  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  God ! 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

26.    L.  M.    Waits. 

Christ's  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 

HE  dies !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood ! 

3  Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ! 
But,  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see ! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb, 
Up  to  his  Father's  courts  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains ! 

6  Say,  '  live  for  ever,  wondrous  King, 

1  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !' 
Then  ask  the  monster, '  Where 's  thy  sting  V 
And  '  where 's  thy  victor}-,  boasting  grave  V 


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27.    S.  M. 
The  weight  of  Guilt. 
ITH  Satan,  Christ  had  fought, 
And  conquer 'd  like  a  God  ; 


28,  29  CHRIST  CRUCIFIED 

Upon  the  raging  billows  walk'd, 
And  calm'd  them  by  a  word  : — 

2  But  when  ray  guilt  had  leave 

To  rest  upon  his  head, 
It  made  his  sacred  bosom  heave, 
And  forc'd  out  streams  of  blood. 

3  Trembling  I  see  him  kneel, 

And  hear  his  ardent  prayer, 
O  Father !  if  it  be  thy  will, 
The  cup  of  wrath  forbear. 

4  O  let  it  pass  away 

From  thy  beloved  Son ! 
Yet,  Father,  I  submissive  pray, 
Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 

23.    S.  M. 
Christ's  agony  improved. 

DID  Christ  the  Saviour  kneel, 
And  bleed,  and  pray  for  me  ? 
And  shall  this  bosom  nothing  feel  ? 
My  Saviour !  can  it  be  ? 
2  O  melt  it  into  grief, 
To  penitential  woe ! 
Speak,  and  expel  my  unbelief, 
Bid  sacred  sorrow  flow. 

29.    S.  M. 
The  Samour's  agony. 

HE  knelt,  the  Saviour  knelt, 
In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
Who  can  describe  the  pangs  he  felt 
Whilst  in  that  agony  ? 

2  And  as  he  knelt,  he  bled, 

The  drops  fell  to  the  ground : 
Sinner,  behold  that  spotless  head 
With  streams  of  sorrow  drown'd. 

3  Who  can  forbear  to  kneel, 

When  Christ  the  Saviour  knelt? 
Hard  is  the  heart  that  cannot  feel, 
The  heart  that  will  not  melt. 


CHRIST  CRUCIFIED.  30,  31 

4  Saviour,  to  thee  I  kneel, 

And  humbly  seek  thy  face ; 
O  make  my  frozen  bosom  feel 
Thy  sanctifying  grace. 

30.     CM.    Watts. 
Looking  on  Him  whom  we  pierced. 

OTHE  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pa.n 
My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 
When  knotty  whips  and  piercing  thorns 
His  sacred  body  tore ! 

2  But  knotty  whips,  and  piercing  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accuse ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  spiteful  Jews. 

3  My  cruel,  my  relentless  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 

4  They  pull'd  the  heavy  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltless  head : 
Break,  break,  my  heart!  O  burst,  mine  eyes 
And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 

5  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul, 

Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  my  eyes 
In  undissembled  woe. 

31.    C.  M.    Relief  Hymns. 
Christ,  the  Man  of  Sorrows. 

THE  Saviour  comes!  no  outward  pomp 
Bespeaks  his  presence  nigh ; 
No  earthly  beauty  shines  in  him, 
To  draw  the  carnal  eye. 

2  Rejected  and  despis'd  of  men, 
Behold  a  man  of  woe ! 
Grief  was  his  close  companion  still, 
Through  all  his  life  below. 


32,  33  CHRIST  CRUCIFIED. 

3  Yet  ell  the  griefs  he  felt  were  ours, 

Ours  were  the  woes  he  bore ; 
Pangs,  not  his  own,  his  spotless  soul 
With  bitter  anguish  tore. 

4  His  sacred  blood  has  wash'd  our  souls 

From  sin's  polluted  s'ain  ; 
His  stripes  have  heal'd  us,  and  his  deatn 
Reviv'd  our  hopes  again. 

5  He  died  to  bear  the  guilt  of  men, 

That  sin  might  be  forgiven ; 
He  lives  to  bless  them,  and  defend, 
And  plead  their  cause  in  heaven. 

32.    CM. 

Sin  the  cause  of  Christ's  pains. 

WAS  it  my  sin  that  wounded  thee, 
Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God ; 
That  nail'd  thee  to  the  fatal  tree, 
That  shed  thy  precious  blood  ? 

2  'Twas  sin  that  Christ  my  Lord  betrayed, 

'Twas  sin  that  him  denied ; 
'Twas  sin  that  bow'd  his  sacred  head, 
That  piere'd  his  bleeding  side. 

3  'Twas  sin  that  wagg  d  the  head  in  scorn, 

When  Christ  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
'Twas  sin  that  laid  him  in  the  tomb, 
Among  the  sleeping  dead. 

4  'Tis  sin  that  blinds  the  human  mind 

To  all  that 's  right  and  good, — 
That  all  the  world  in  fetters  binds 
Until  releas'd  by  blood. 

5  But   O,  the  blood  that  thou  hast  shed 

Upon  Mount  Calvary, 
Thou  murdering  sin,  falls  on  thy  head, 
And  slays  and  buries  thee. 

33.     CM.     Pearce. 
My  Love  is  crucified. 

WARM  was  his  heart,  his  faith  was  strong, 
Who  thus  in  rapture  cried 


CHRIST   CRUCIFIED.  34 

When  on  his  way  to  martyrdom, 
1  My  Love  is  crucified.' 

2  Warm,  also,  be  my  love  for  Him, 

Who  thus  for  sinners  died ; 
Long  as  I  live,  be  this  my  theme, 
'  My  Love  is  crucified.' 

3  Awake,  my  soul,  behold  him  pierc'd 

In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side  ; 
And  say,  while  he  's  in  blood  immers'd, 
'  My  Love  is  crucified.' 

4  O  that,  in  those  dear  wounds,  my  soul 

Secure  may  ever  hide, 
And  sing,  as  changing  seasons  roll, 
'  My  Love  is  crucified.' 

34.     L.  M.     Transposed. 
Desiring  larger  Communion  with  God 

NOTHING  save  Jesus  would  I  know! 
My  friend,  and  my  companion  thou  • 
Lord,  take  my  heart — assert  thy  right, 
And  put  all  other  loves  to  flight. 

2  Each  idol  tread  beneath  thy  feet, 
And  to  thyself  the  conquest  get , 
Let  sin  no  more  oppose  my  Lord, 
Slain  by  the  Spirit's  two-edg'd  sword. 

3  Constrain  my  soul  thy  sway  to  own, 
Self  will,  self  righteousness  dethrone  • 
Emptied  of  earth  I  fain  would  be, 

Of  sin,  of  self,  of  all  but  thee. 

4  Sequester'd  from  the  noise  and  strife, 
The  lust,  the  pomp,  the  pride  of  life ; 
Prepar'd  for  heav'n  my  noblest  rare. 
And  have  my  conversation  there. 

5  Detach  from  sublunary  joys, 

One  that  would  only  hear  thy  voice ; 
Larger  communion  make  me  prove 
With  Thee,  blest  object  of  my  love- 


35,  36  RESURRECTION   AND   ASCENSION 

RESURRECTION  AND  ASCENSION. 

35.     7's.     Anon. 
Christ's  Resurrection  and  Ascension. 

HARK !  the  herald  angels  say, 
'  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day ;' 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won ; 
Lo !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 

Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  buret  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  has  open'd  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 

'  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting?' 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 

'  Where 's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  V 

5  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
See  the  Conqueror  mount  the  skies, 
Troops  of  angels  on  the  road, 
Hail  and  sing  th'  ascending  God. 

6  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
Praise,  and  sweep  the  golden  lyres ; 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

36.     L.  M.     Hart. 
If  ye  then  be  risen  with  Christ,  &c.    Col.  iii.  1,  2. 

LO !  the  Redeemer  leaves  the  tomb ; 
See  the  triumphant  hero  rise ! 
His  mighty  arms  their  strength  resume, 
And  conquest  sparkles  in  his  eyes. 

2  Death  has  its  mortal  wound  receiv'd ; 
An  end  of  sin  is  fully  made ; 


37 


Pris'ners  of  hope  are  quite  repriev'd, 
And  all  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid. 

3  Believer !  lift  thy  drooping  head, 
Thy  Saviour  hath  the  victory  gain'd  ; 
See  all  thy  foes  in  triumph  led, 
And  everlasting  life  obtain'd ! 

4  Let  all  for  whom  the  Lord  was  slain, 
Give  him  the  purchase  of  his  blood ; 
Let  sin  no  longer  in  you  reign, 

But  dedicate  your  selves  to  God. 

5  Earth's  empty  toys  no  more  esteem ; 
Your  minds  from  worldly  things  remove ; 
Let  your  affections  rise  with  him, 

And  set  your  hearts  on  things  above. 

37.     CM.    Walts. 
The  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ. 

HOSAXXA  to  the  Prince  of  Light, 
That  cloth'd  himself  in  clay, 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuei  rose ; 

He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes. 

3  See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft. 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honour  in  his  flesh, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down ; 
Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 
Of  the  celestial  throne. 

5  Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blest  abode ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


38,  39  RESURRECTION   AND  ASCENSION 

38.  L.  M.    mtts. 
Christ's  Humiliation,  Exaltation,  and  Triumph. 

HE  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds,  and  groans ; 
The  Prince  of  Life  resigns  his  breath, 
The  King  of  Glory  bows  to  death. 

2  But,  see  the  wonders  of  his  powez, 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour; 
And,  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dash'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

3  Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdued, 
And  sin  was  drown'd  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Thus  he  arose,  and  reigns  above, 

And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 

39.    C  M.    Walts. 
Christ's  Death,  Victory,  and  Dominion. 

I  SING  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death : 
He  conquer'd  when  he  fell : 
'Tis  finish'd,  said  his  dying  breath, 
And  shook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  'Tis  finish'd,  our  Immanuel  cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done  ; 
Hence  shall  his  sovereign  throne  arise, 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  cross  a  sure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown. 
When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pass'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  side 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord ; 
To  heaven  and  hell  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  saints,  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  several  crowns, 
And  all  the  sons  of  darkness  rly 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 


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OF   CHRIST.  40,  41 

40.    S.  M.    Watt*. 

The  Sufferings  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 
OME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 


Your  noblest  music  bring, 
Tis  Christ  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ  the  man  we  sing. 

2  Alas !  the  cruel  spear 

Went  deep  into  his  side, 
And  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
The  murderous  weapon  dyed. 

3  The  waves  of  swelling  grief 

Did  o'er  his  bosom  roll ; 
And  mountains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  soul. 

4  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  awTful  head, 

Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign 

When  death  itself  is  dead. 

5  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more ; 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

41      CM.    W.&B* 

Christ  adored  by  Angels.     1  Tim.  iii.  16. 

BEYOXD  the  glittering  starry  sky, 
Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
There  in  the  boundless  world  of  joy 
Our  great  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Legions  of  angels  strong  and  fair,     . 

In  countless  armies  shine 
At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
To  offer  songs  divine. 

3  Through  all  his  travels  here  below, 

They  did  his  steps  attend 

♦Whenever  W.  &  B.  occurs,  it  signifies  Williams  and 
Boden. 


42,  43  RESURRECTION   AND  ASCENSION 

Oft  wondering  when,  or  where,  or  how, 
The  mystic  scene  would  end. 

4  They  saw  his  heart  transfixt  with  wounds, 

His  crimson  sweat  and  gore ; 
They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before. 

5  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 

To  bear  him  to  his  throne ; 
Clapt  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried, 
1  The  glorious  work  is  done !' 

42.    CM.    Walts. 
Christ  ascending  and  reigning. 

OFOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around, 

Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 

With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  song, 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

43.    L.  M.    Rippon's  Selection. 
Christ's  Ascension.    Psalm  xxiv.  7 
UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
led — 


O 


The  powers  of  hell  are  captive 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay ;- 


OF   CHRIST.  44,  45 

•  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
'  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way !' 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 

He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; — 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  •  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  V 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame ; 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell,  o'erthrew ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 

44.  L.  M.    Walts. 
The  Ministry  of  Angels. 

GREAT  God !  to  what  a  glorious  height 
Hast  thou  advane'd  the  Lord  thy  Son : 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thy  armies  wait, 

And  swift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move, 

To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 

In  works  of  vengeance,  and  of  love. 

3  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet, 
Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode ; 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet, 
In  travelling  up  the  heavenly  road. 

4  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  shalt  bid  me  rise  and  come, 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 

Safe  to  conduct  my  spirit  home. 

45.  CM.     Watts. 
The  glory  of  Christ  in  heaven. 

OTHE  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace ! 
2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love, 
Sit  smiling  on  his  brow ; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  distance  bow. 


46         RESURRECTION  AND  ASCENSION   OF   CHRIST. 

3  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise, 

Through  every  heavenly  street, 
And  lay  their  highest  honours  down, 
Submissive  at  his  feet. 

4  Those  soft,  those  blessed  feet  of  his, 

That  once  rude  iron  tore — . 
High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  stand, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

5  His  head,  the  dear  majestic  head, 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound — 
See !  what  immortal  glories  shine 
And  circle  it  around ! 

6  This  is  the  Man,  the  exalted  Man, 

Whom  we  unseen  adore ; 
But  when  our  eves  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 

46.     L.  M.     Cennick. 
Jesus  CJirist  the  wa>/  to  Heaven.    John  xiv  6. 

JESUS  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I  '11  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophet  Avent, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  Kind's  high-way  of  holiness 

1  '11  go ;  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

'  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way.' 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 

My  sinful  self  to  thee  1  give — • 
Nothing  but  love  shall  1  receive. 


CHRIST'S  MISSION.  47.  48 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found , 
I  '11  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say, '  Behold  the  way  to  God !' 


CHRIST'S  MISSION. 

47.  CM.    Watts. 
Christ's  Commission.    John  iii.  16,  17. 

COME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  new  "melodious  songs ; 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See.  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  offer'd  grace ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

48.  S.  M.    Walts. 
The  same. 


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AISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  rime  ■ 


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49,  50  Christ's  mission. 

Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  beloved  chose, 
And  bid  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

4  Now  sinners  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrows  cease, 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

49.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 
The  Redeemer's  Message.     Luke  iv.  18,  19. 
"ARK !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 
The  Saviour  promis'd  long; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

3  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

50.     7s. 
Mission  of  the  Saviour. 
"ARK !  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind ; 
Comes,  the  powers  of  hell  to  brave, 
Comes,  the  lost  to  seek  and  save. 
2  Arm'd  with  love's  resistless  sway, 
Down  to  earth  he  wings  his  way  ; 
Stoops  of  woman  to  be  made, — 
See  him  in  the  manger  laid ! 


H 


IXTERCESSIOxV   OF   CHRIST.  01 

3  Now  upon  the  cross  he  hangs ! 
Dies  in  agonizing  pangs ! 
Thence  his  banner  wide  unfurl'd, 
Spreads  salvation  through  the  world. 

4  In  the  grave  awhile  he  lay, 
Tore  the  bars  of  death  away; 
Thence  ascended — took  his  "throne, 
Claims  the  kingdom   as  his  own. 

5  Mourning  soul,  methinks  I  see 
All  thy  fetters  on  the  tree  ; 

If  the  broken  links  remain, 
They  no  longer  form  the  chain. 

6  Now  believe  that  Christ  is  God, 
That  as  man  he  shed  his  blood ; 
Rose  from  death,  and  rose  for  thee, 
This  believe,  and — thou  art  free. 


INTERCESSION  OF  CHRIST. 

51.    CM.    Watts. 

The  Intercession  of  Christ. 

LIFT  up  your  eves  to  th'  heavenly  seats 
Where  your  Redeemer  stays  ; 
Kind  Intercessor,  there  he  sits, 
And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  Twas  well,  my  soul,  he  died  for  thee, 

And  shed  his  vital  blood, 
Appeas'd  stem  justice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arose  to  Goo. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praise  may  rise, 

And  saints  their  offerings  bring, 
The  Priest,  with  his  own  sacrifice, 
Presents  them  to  the  King. 

4  Jesus  alon«  shah  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne, 
He,  dearest  Lord,  perfumes  my  sighs, 
And'  sweetens  even'  groan. 
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12,  53  INTERCESSION    OF   CHRIST. 

5  Ten  thousand  praises  to  the  King, 
Hosanna  in  the  highest ; 
Ten  thousand  thanks  our  spirits  bring 
To  God  and  to  his  Christ. 

52.     S.  M.     Newton. 
Christ  our  Redeemer  and  Advocate. 

PREPARE  a  thankful  song 
To  the  Redeemer's  name ; 
His  praises  should  employ  each  tongue. 
And  every  heart  inflame. 

2  Upon  the  cross  he  died. 

Our  debt  of  sin  to  pay ; 
The  blood  and  water  from  lus  side, 
Wash  guilt  and  filth  away. 

3  Pleading  for  us  he  stands 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
And  answers  all  the  law  demands, 
With  what  himself  hath  done. 

4  The  Holy  Ghost  he  sends, 

Our  stubborn  souls  to  move, 

To  make  his  enemies  his  friends, 

And  conquer  them  by  love. 

5  His  voice  invites  our  hearts 

To  rise  and  seek  his  face ; 

'Tis  thus  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  we  are  sav'd  by  grace. 

6  Assur'd  that  Christ  our  King 

Will  put  our  foes  to  flight, 
We  on  the  field  of  battle  sing, 
And  triumph  while  we  fight. 

53.    C.  M.    Watts. 
Access  to  the  Throne  of  Grace  by  a  Mediator^ 

COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes, 
Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 


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INTERCESSION   Of   CHRIST.  64 

2  Once  'twas  a  seat  of  dreadful  wrath, 

And  shot  devouring  flame ; 
Our  God  appear'd  consuming  fire, 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood 

That  calm'd  his  frowning  face. 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 

No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 

Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss, 

Are  open'd  by  the  Son ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  Almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

-  Great  Advocate  on  high ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

54.    L.  M.    Epis.  Coll. 
The  necessity  of  Christ's  Mediation. 

THOUGH  I  should  seek  to  wash  me  clean, 
In  water  of  the  driven  snow, 
My  soul  would  yet  its  spot  retain, 
And  sink  to  conscious  guilt  and  woe. 

2  The  Spirit,  in  his  power  divine 
Would  cast  my  vaunting  soul  to  earth, 
Expose  the  foulness  of  its  sin, 
And  show  the  vileness  of  its  worth. 

3  Ah!  not  like  erring  man  is  God, 
That  men  to  answer  him  should  dare  ; 
Condemn'd,  and  into  silence  aw'd, 
They  helpless  stand  before  his  bar. 

4  There  must  a  Mediator  plead, 
Who  God  and  man  may  both  embrace ; 
With  God  for  man  to  intercede, 
And  offer  man  the  purchas'd  grace 


55,56  CHARACTERS   AND   REPRESENTATIONS 

5  And  Jo !  the  Son  of  God  is  slain 
To  be  this  Mediator  crown'd ; 
In  him,  my  soul,  be  cleans'd  from  stain, 
In  him  thy  righteousness  be  found. 


CHARACTERS  AND  REPRESENTATIONS 
OF  CHRIST. 

55.  CM.     Steele. 
Jesus  the  Savicur  of  Sinners. 

THE  Saviour !  O  what  boundless  charms 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

3  In  our  first  parents'  crime  we  feel, 

Our  blood,  our  vital  breath, 
Deep  ting'd  with  all  the  seeds  of  ill, 
Sad  heirs  to  sin  and  death. 

4  Wrapt  in  the  gloom  of  sad  despair, 

We  helpless,  hopeless  lay ; 
But  sovereign  mercy  found  us  there, 
And  smil'd  our  fears  away. 

5  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine ! 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ; 
Dear  Saviour,  bid  me  call  thee  mine, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

56.  CM.    Steele. 

We  love  film  because  he  first  loved  us 

JESUS !  in  thy  transporting  name 
What  blissful  wonders  rise ! 
Jesus,  the  angels'  sweetest  theme, 
The  wonder  of  the  skies ! 


OF   CHRIST. 

2  Didst  thou  forsake  thy  radiant  throne 

And  boundless  realms  of  bliss, 
For  man  to  suffer,  bleed  and  groan  ? 
Was  ever  love  like  this ! 

3  Through  the  deep  horrors  of  thy  pain, 

Thy  love  triumphant  smil'd  ; 
Earth  trembled  at  the  dreadful  scene, 
And  heaven  was  reconcil'd. 

4  Is  there  a  heart  that  will  not  bend 

To  thy  divine  control  ? 
Descend,  O  sovereign  love,  descend, 
And  melt  the  stubborn  soul. 

5  O  may  our  willing  powers  confess 

Thy  sweet,  thy  gentle  sway ; 
Glad  captives  of  resistless  gi;ace, 
Thy  pleasing  rule  obey. 

57.     L.  M.     Fawcett 
Christ  a  Bridegroom  and  Husband. 

JESUS,  the  heavenly  lover,  gave 
His  life  my  wretched  soul  to  save ; 
'     Resolv'd  to  make  his  mercy  known, 
He  kindly  claims  me  for  his  own. 

2  Rebellious,  I  against  him  strove, 
Till  melted  and  constrain'd  by  love ; 
With  sin  and  self  I  freely  part, 

The  heavenly  bridegroom  wins  my  heart. 

3  My  guilt  and  wretchedness  he  knows, 
Yet  takes  and  owns  me  for  his  spouse ; 
My  debts  he  pays  and  sets  me  free, 
And  makes  his  riches  o'er  to  me. 

4  My  filthy  rags  are  laid  aside, 

He  clothes  me  as  becomes  his  bride, 
Himself  bestows  my  wedding-dress, 
The  robe  of  perfect  righteousness. 

5  Lost  in  astonishment  I  see, 
Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me  ; 
With  angels  I  thy  grace  adore, 

And  long  to  love  and  praise  thee  more 


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6  Since  thou  wilt  take  me  for  thy  bride, 
Keep  me,  O  Saviour,  near  thy  side ; 
I  fain  would  give  thee  all  my  heart, 
Nor  ever  from  my  lord  depart. 

58.    C.  M.    Newton. 
Thy  name  is  as  ointment  poured  forth.    Cant.  i.  3 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast, 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding  place ; 
My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  king  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought  ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

59.    C.  M.     Doddridge. 
Jesvj  precious.    1  Peter  ii.  7. 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 


OF   CHRIST.  60,  61 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  dolh  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I  '11  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath ; 
And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

60.  CM.     Relief  Hijmns. 
Christ  the  Prophet  of  the  Church. 

GREAT  Prophet  of  the  ransom'd  church, 
Command  the  light  to  shine  ; 
For  stores  of  wisdom  let  us  search 
Thy  word,  the  sacred  mine. 

2  Jesus,  great  oracle  of  truth, 

O  may  we  learn  of  thee ! 
Receive  true  wisdom  from  thy  mouth, 
And  live  from  error  free. 

3  One  great  event,  by  thee  foretold, 

Teach  us  to  keep  in  view ; — 
Thy  coming ! — when  we  shall  behold, 
And  show  thy  glory  too. 

4  Till  then  let  all  thy  people  here, 

Walk  with  increasing  light ; 
And  when  thy  glory  shall  appear, 
Welcome  the  joyful  sight. 

61.  CM.    Relief  Hymns. 
Wisdom's  Royal  Bounty. 

HOW  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 
Instruction's  warning  voice, 


2  CHARACTERS   AND    REPRESENTATIONS 

And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice  ! 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 

3  In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 

A  length  of  happy  days ; 
Riches,  with  splendid  honours  join'd, 
Are  what  her  left  displays. 

4  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  patli  to  tread ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

5  According  as  her  labours  rise. 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

62.     L.  M.     Dobell's  Selection. 
True  Wisdom.     Prov.  iii.  13.  18. 

HAPPY  the  man  who  finds  the  grace. 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  is  he  who  thus  can  say, 

"The  Lord,  the  Saviour,  died  for  me  ;" 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness. 
And  all  "her  flowery  paths  are  peace  ; 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compar'd  to  her. 

4  He  finds,  who  wisdom  apprehends, 
A  life  begun  that  never  ends ; 
The  tree  of  life  divine  she  is, 

Set  in  the  midst  of  Paradise. 


OF   CHRIST.  63,  64 

5  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains, 
In  wnose  obedient  heart  she  reigns; 
He  owns,  and  will  for  ever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven,  are  one. 

63.  C.  M.     Relief  Hymns. 
The  Lamb  feeding  the  Saints. 

WHILE  in  this  dark  and  dreary  land 
Where  sorrows  oft  assail, 
Let  holy  souls  exalt  their  eyes, 
To  joys  within  the  vail. 

2  There  sits  enthron'd  the  glorious  Lamb, 

While  "saints  adore  around ; 
Angels,  in  shining  circles,  pay 
Their  homage  most  profound. 

3  The  Lamb  illuminates  the  place, 

With  splendours  here  unknown, 
And  pours  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Fresh  from  beneath  the  throne. 

4  His  flock  he  leads  to  scenes  of  bliss, 

With  joys  unfading  crown'd, 
Nor  can  they  thirst  while  living  streams 
Unfailing  flow  around. 

5  Behold,  our  smiling  God  appears, 

And  bids  our  griefs  remove, 

And  wipes  away  our  falling  tears 

With  the  soft  hand  of  love. 

64.  CM.     Relief  Hymns. 
Christ,  the  Rock  and  Refuge. 

HE  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 
And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  the  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide 
With  an  unerring  skill ; 
And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 
Obey  his  sovereign  will. 
C2 


66,  66          CHARACTERS   AND   REPRESENTATIONS 

3  This  land,  through  which  his  pilgrims  go, 

Is  desolate  and  dry  ; 
But  streams  of  grace  for  ever  flow, 
Their  thirst  to  satisfy 

4  When  troubles,  like  a  burning  sun, 

Beat  heavy  on  their  head, 

To  this  almighty  Rock  they  run, 

And  find  a  soothing  shade. 

5  How  glorious  He !  how  happy  they 

In  such  a  constant  Friend ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

65.     C.  M.     Epis.  Coll. 
Christ,  the  way,  truth,  and  life. 

THOU  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  I  flee; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  own, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

*2  Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone, 
True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 
]\or  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life ; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

66.     S.  M.     Steele. 
Jesus,  a  Shepherd.     Psalm  xxiii.  1,  2,  3 

WHILE  my  Redeemer 's  near, 
My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear, 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 


OF   CHRIST.  07 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Along  the  lovely  scene. 

Cool  waters  gently  roll, 
Transparent,  sweet, "and  all  serene, 
To  cheer  my  fainting  soul. 

4  Here  let  my  spirit  rest, 

How  sweet  a  lot  is  mine ! 
With  pleasure,  food,  and  safety  blest, 
Beneficence  divine ! 

5  Dear  shepherd,  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore, 
To  thv  fair  pastures  guide  ray  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

67.     C.  M.     Rippoiis  Selection. 
Christ  the  desire  of  all  JS'a(io7is.     Hag.  ii.  7 

INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  ihy  feet : 
To  thee  their  prayers  and  vows  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Thy  name  as  precious  ointment  shed, 

Delights  the  church  around  ; 
Sweetly  the  sacred  odours  spread 
Through  all  Emmanuel's  ground. 

4  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhausiiess  store  ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 

5  Thou  art  their  triumph,  and  their  joy, 

They  find  their  all  in  thee  ; 
Thy  glories  shall  their  tongues  employ 
To  all  eternity. 


Y 


68,  69         CHARACTERS   AND  REPRESENTATIONS 

68.     C  M.     Steele 
Jesus  the  Pearl  of  great  price.    Matt.  xiii.  45,  46 

"E  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu! 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  baits  of-  sense  ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  Pearl  of  price  immense. 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  name  divinely  sweet! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone. 
Wealth,  honour,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  nil  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  ppssess'd, 
I  'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

5  Dear  sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine ; 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
Anu  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 

69     C  M.     Toplady. 
Jesus  all  in  all. 

COMPARD  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 
No  comeliness  1  see  ; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  coijvey  ; 
Thyself  bestow — lor  thee  alone, 
My  all  in  all,  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore  ; 
More  than  thyself  1  cannot  crave, 
And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 


OF  CHRIST.  70,  71 

4  Lov'd  of  my  God,  for  him  again 

With  love  intense  I'd  hurn; 
Chosen  of  thee  ere  time  began, 
I  'd  choose  thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

O  teach  me  to  resign ; 
I  'm  rich  to  all  th'  intents  of  bliss 
If  thou,  O  God,  art  mine. 

70.     CM.    Steele. 
Jesus  a  Surety.    Heb.  vii.  22.     Prov.  xi.  15 

THE  kind  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 
His  radiant  throne  on  high, — 
Surprising  mercy,  love  unknown ! — 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

2  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 

And  suffer'd  in  his  stead  ; 

For  man — O  miracle  of  grace! 

For  man  the  Saviour  bled. 

3  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dvveV 

In  thy  atoning  blood ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

4  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends 

To  love  so  full,  so  free ; 
And  may  I  hope  this  love  extends 
Its  sacred  power  to  me  ? 

5  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 

For  favours  so  divine  ? 
O  take  my  all — this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  wholly  thine. 

71.     C.  M.     Cowper. 
Fountain  opened.    Zech.  xiii.  1. 

HHHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 
A    Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 


72  CHARACTERS   AND  REPRESENTATIONS 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  Vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  awav. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  T  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  w-ounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  lisping  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

72.     CM.     Doddridge. 
Christ  is  the  Head  of  the  Church.    Eph.  iv      5,16 

JESUS,  1  sing  thy  matchless  grace 
That  calls  a  worm  thine  own ; 
Gives  me  among  thy  saints  a  place 
To  make  thy  glories  known. 

2  Allied  to  thee,  our  vital  head, 

We  act,  and  grow,  and  thrive ; 
From  thee  divided,  each  is  dead 
When  most  he  seems  alive. 

3  Thy  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 

Here  join  in  sweet  accord  ; 
One  body  all  in  mutual  love, 
And  thou  our  common  Lord. 

4  O  may  my  faith  each  hour  derive 

Thy  Spirit  with  delight ; 
While  death  and  hell  hi  vain  shall  strive 
This  bond  to  disunite. 

5  Thou  the  w  hole  body  wilt  present 

Before  thy  Father's  face ; 
Nor  shall  a  wrinkle  or  a  spot 
Its  beauteous  form  disgrace. 


OF   CHRIST.  73,  74 

73.  L.  M.    Medley. 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth.    Job  xix.  25. 

'  T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives;' 
A   What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives ! 
He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives  eternally  to  save. 

2  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  sonl  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

3  He  lives  to  banish  all  my  fears, 
He  lives  to  wipe  my  falling  tears  ; 
Lives  to  relieve  my  burthen'd  heart, 
And  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

4  He  lives  my  kind,  my  faithful  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
And  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

5  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same ; 
O  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
'  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives !' 

74.  CM.     Steele. 
Christ  the- Centre  of  Holy  Desires. 

DEAR  centre  of  my  soul's  desires, 
And  sovereign  of  my  heart, 
What  sweet  delight  thy  name  inspires ! 
What  bliss  thy  smiles  impart ! 

Z  Jesus !  O  loveliest,  dearest  name ! 
And  wilt  thou  condescend 
To  own  the  bold,  yet  humble  claim, 
My  everlasting  friend  ? 

3-  Too  oft,  alas  !  my  passions  rove 
In  search  of  meaner  charms  ; 
Trifles  unworthy  of  my  love 
Divide  me  from  thy  arms. 


75,  76         CHARACTERS   AND   REPRESENTATIONS 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  with  power  divine, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away ; 
O  be  my  heart,  my  passions  thine, 
And  never,  never  stray. 

75.     C.  M.    Walts. 
Christ's  compassion  to  the  weak  and  tempted. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  high  priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  lrame ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He  '11  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

76.     S.  M.     Altered. 
Faith  in  Christ  our  Sacrifice. 

JESUS,  thou  heavenly  Lamb, 
Take  all  my  sins  away ; 
Give  me  to  trust  thy  holy  name, 
And  thy  sweet  rule  obey. 

2  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine ; 

While,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

3  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree; 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 


OF   CHRIST.  77,  78 

4  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

77.    S.  M.    Watts. 
Righteousness  and  strength  in  Christ. 

THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
His  Godhead  from  his  throne  ; 
Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 
'  By  which  I  will  be  known.' 

2  'Ye  dying  souls  that  sit 

'In "darkness  and  distress, 
'  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
'  To  my  recovering  grace.' 

3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound, 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own, 
'  Our  righteousness  and  strength  are  found 
'In  thee,  the  Lord,  alone.' 

4  In  thee  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  feel  their  guilt  forgiven ; 
God  will  pronounce  the  sinners  just, 
And  take  the  saints  to  heaven. 

78.     L.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
The  Lord  our  righteousness.     Jer.  xxiii.  6 

JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,"  in  these  aira/d, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea — 
Jesus  hath  iiv'd  and  died  for  me. 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 


79,  80  CHARACTERS  AND  REPRESENTATIONS  OF  CHRIST. 

4  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice, 
Now  bid  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus, '  The  Lord  our  righteousness.' 

79.    C.  M.    Walls. 
Justification  by  faith.     Rom.  iii.  19 — 22. 

VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jews  and  Gentiles  stop  their  mouths 

Without  a  murmuring  word ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now ; 
Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 

Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 

That  makes  the  sinner  just 

80.     L.  M. 
1  am  the  way.    John  xiv.  6. 

I  AM  the  way,'  the  Saviour  cries, 
'  The  only  way  that  leads  to  God ;' — 
Behold !  he  bleeds,  he  groans,  he  dies, 
And  marks  the  way  with  streams  of  blood 

2  'A  thousand  ways  in  ruin  end, 
'This  only  leads  to  joys  on  high; 
'  By  this  my  willing  steps  ascend, 

'  Pleas'd  with  a  journey  to  the  sky.' 

3  Faith  only  finds  the  heavenly  way, 
The  faith  that  works  by  love  to  God 
And  works  of  love  from  day  to  day, 
Still  prove  that  we  are  on  the  road. 


I 


REDEMPTION.  81,8* 

REDEMPTION. 
81.    C.  M. 
Redemption,  particular  and  complete 
SING  redemption  through  his  blood 


Whc  died  to  set  me  free ; 
Redemption  worthy  of  a  God, 
From  endless  misery. 

2  Redeem'd, — and  yet  to  prison  consign'd, 

And  bound  with  iron  chains ! 
No  j — God's  redemption  frees  the  mind 
From  sin  and  endless  pains. 

3  Redemption  breaks  the  captive's  chain, 

And  sets  the  soul  at  large ; 

Washes  the  filthy  leper  clean, 

Proclaims  a  full  discharge. 

4  Redeem'd  ! — ye  ransom'd  sons  of  men, 

Proclaim  the  truth  abroad  ; 
Ye  seraphs,  catch  the  pleasing  theme, 
And  bear  it  up  to  God. 

82.    CM. 
Redemption  by  Price. 

LORD,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  look 
Upon  our  guilty  race  ? 
Or  write  his  name  within  thy  book, 
Thy  book  of  life  and  grace  1 

2  Conceiv'd  in  sin — expos'd  to  death 

By  thy  revenging  law ; 
Soon  as  he  draws  the  vital  breath, 
An  heir  of  sin  and  woe. 

3  O  the  compassion  of  our  God, 

Of  infinite  degree! 
Jesus  sustains  our  guilty  load, 
And  dies  to  set  us  free ! 

4  Down  to  the  cross  he  bends  his  way, — 

Nail'd  to  the  fatal  wood  ; 
He  groan'd  his  precious  life  away, 
And  purchas'd  us  with  blood. 


83,  84,  85  REDEMPTION. 

83.    CM. 
Redemption  nf  the  Church. 

CHRIST  tasted  death  for  all  our  race, 
Redeem'd  the  Church  with  blood  ; 
These  are  the  chosen  sons  of  grace, 
The  favourites  of  the  Lord. 

2  For  them  he  bore  the  painful  cross, 

And  died  to  set  them  free, — 

FulfiU'd  his  Father's  injured  laws, 

And  with  him  they  shall  be. 

3  From  sin,  and  sorrow,  death  and  pain. 

He  will  them  all  redeem ; 
All  those  for  whom  the  Lamb  was  slain, 
Must  be  complete  in  him. 

4  United  to  their  living  head, 

They  life  and  bliss  derive; 
And,  till  the  Lord  forgets  his  word, 
They  shall  for  ever  live. 

84.     C.  M     Watts. 
Redemption  by  Price  and  Power. 

JESUS,  with  all  thy  saints  above 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  flood, 
And  quench'd  his  Father's  flaming  sword 
In  his  own  vital  blood. 

3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never-ceasing  praise, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  his  grace. 

85.     L.  M.     Stennett. 
It  is  Finished.     John  xix.  30. 
?nniS  finish'd  ! — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
X.    And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died ; 


REDEMPTION'.  86 

Tis  finish'd — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd — ail  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  was  design 'd, 
In  me  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  : 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death. 
By  this  mv  last  expiring  breath. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd  . 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

b  'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  : 

'Tis  finish'd— let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

86.     CM.     Waits. 
Redemption  and  Protection  from  Spiritual  Fmmu* 

ARISE  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 
And  triumph  in  my  God ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fixt  my  standing  more  secui  e 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  he  placed  ; 
And  on  the  Rock  of  ages  set 
My  slipper^'  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode, 

Is  wall'd  around  with  grace  ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Satan  mav  vent  his  sharpest  spite. 

And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 


87,88  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  power. 
6  Arise,  my  soul,  awake  my  voice, 
And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing; 

Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

87.     CM.     Relief  Hymns. 

The  great  Legacy. 

OUR  bless'd  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 
His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed, 
With  us  on  earth  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 

To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 
All  powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
He  came  as  viewless  too. 

3  He  came,  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  guest, 
While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart, 
One  heart  wherein  to  rest. 

4  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  his,  and  his  alone. 

5  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness  pitying  see : 
O  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling  place, 
O  make  them  more  like  thee. 

88.     CM.    Watts. 
Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT.  89 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great ! 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

89.     L  M.    Walls. 
The  Sight  of  God  and  Christ  in  Heaven. 

DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove 
Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things. 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight, 

01  our  Almighty  Father's  throne ! 

There  sits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 

Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  new  glories  on  them  all. 

5  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above  ; 
And  stand  and  bow  amongst  them  there. 
And  view1  thy  face,  and  sinsr  thv  love  ? 


50,91,92  THE   HOLY  SPIRIT. 

90.     S.  M.     Relief  Hymns. 
'Tis  God  that  worheth  in  you. 

TIS  God  the  Spirit  leads 
In  paths  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  perfbrm'd  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  he  that  works  to  do  ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

91.     C.  M.    Watts. 
The  witnessing  and  sealing  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.  14 — 1 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter!  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings',  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

* 
92     C.  M.    Waits. 
Regeneration.     John  iii.  3. 

THE  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind 
Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh ; 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 


2  Our  quicken'd  souls  awake,  and  rise, 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

93.    C.  M.    Doddridge. 
Divine  Drawings  Celebrated.    Hos.  xi.  4. 

MY  God,  what  silken  cords  are  thine ! 
How  soft,  and  yet  so  strong ! 
While  power,  and  truth,  and  love  combine 
To  draw  our  souls  along. 

2  Thou  sawest  us  crush'd  beneath  the  yoke 

Of  Satan  and  of  sin ; 
Thy  hand  the  iron  bondage  broke, 
Our  worthless  hearts  to  win. 

3  The  guilt  of  twice  ten  thousand  sins 

One  moment  takes  away  ; 
And  grace,  when  first  the  war  begins, 
Secures  the  crowning  day. 

4  Comfort,  through  all  this  vale  of  tears, 

In  rich  profusion  flows, 
And  glory  of  unnumber'd  years 
Eternity  bestows. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords,  we  onward  move, 

Till  round  thy  throne  we  meet; 

And  captives  in  the  chains  of  love, 

Embrace  our  Conqueror's  feet 

94.    C.  M.     Whitefield's  Collection. 
The  Holy  Spirit  invoked. 

NOW  may  the  Spirit's  Holy  fire, 
Descending  from  above. 
His  waiting  family  inspire. 
With  joy,  and  peace,  and  love 

2  Wake !  heavenly  wind ;  arise  and  come, 
Blow  on  the  drooping  field  ; 
Our  spices  then  shall  breathe  perfume, 
And  fragrant  incense  yield. 
D 


95    96,  97  THE   HOLY   SPIRIT 

3  Touch  with  a  living  coal  the  lip 

That  shall  proclaim  thy  word, 
And  bid  each  slumb'ring  hearer  keep 
Attention  to  the  Lord. 

4  Then  shall  we  prove  thy  worship  sweet, 

And  love  thy  sacred  courts ; 
Where  saints  in  blest  communion  meet. 
And  God,  our  God,  resorts. 

95.  L.  M.    Doddridge. 
Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

COME,  sacred  Spirit !  from  above, 
And  fill  our  frozen  hearts  with  love 
Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 
And  let  thy  Godlike  power  be  known. 

2  O  let  a  holy  flock  await, 
^Numerous  around  thy  temple-gate! 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

3  In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  thy  church  arise  ; 
Or,  if  that  blessing  be  too  great, 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate.  ■ 

96.  S.  M.     C.  Psalmody. 
The  Holy  Spirit  implored. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
My  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

2  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 


G 


97.    L.  M.    Doddridge. 
Desiring  to  love  the  hrelhren  unfeignedly 
REAT  Spirit  of  immortal  love ! 
Vouchsafe  our  frozen  hearts  to  move ; 


THE  HOLY   SriRJT.  98,  99 

With  ardour  strong  these  breasts  inflame 
To  all  that  own  a  Saviour's  name. 

2  Still  let  the  heavenly  fire  endure, 
Fervent  and  vigorous,  true  and  pure ; 
Let  every  heart,  and  every  hand, 
Join  in  the  dear  fraternal  band 

3  Celestial  Dove !  descend,  and  bring 
The  smiling  blessings  on  thy  wing ; 
And  make  us  taste  those  sweets  below, 
Which  in  the  blissful  mansions  grow. 

98.     C.  M.     Dobell's  Selection. 
The  presence  of  God  invoiced. 

IN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come, 
To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
O  pour  the  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet, 

2  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  here, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

3  Here  let  thy  power  and  grace  be  felt, 

Thy  love  and  mercy  known  ; 

O  make  our  frozen  bosoms  melt, 

Dissolve  these  hearts  of  stone. 

99.    CM. 
The  Holy  Spirit  invoked. 

SPIRIT  Divine !  we  barren  prove, 
Except  thou  fill  the  place ; 
O  breathe  resistless  power  and  love — 
Diffuse  thy  conquering  grace  [ 

2  Make  stubborn  sinners  freely  yield 
To  thy  superior  sway — 
Vanquish'd  Apollyon  quit  the  field. 
And  enemies  obey. 


104,  105  PRAISE. 

3  Yet,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through  and  cheer  us  from  above 
Beyond  our  praise  thy  grandeur  flies,' — 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 

104.     S.  M.     Relief  Hyrrnis. 
The  soul  excited  to  praise. 

O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
His  grace  to  thee  proclaim ; 
And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind ; 
Forget  not  all  his  benefits  ; 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

3  He  wrill  not  always  chide, 

He  will  with  patience  wait ; 
His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 
And  ready  to  abate. 

4  He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath ; 
He  heals  thy  sad  infirmities, 
And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

5  He  clothes  thee  with  his  love, 

Upholds  thee  by  his  truth, 

And,  like  the  eagle,  he  renews 

The  vigour  of  thy  youth. 

6  Then  bless  his  holy  name, 

Whose  grace  has  made  thee  whole, 
Whose  loving-kindness  crowns  thy  days , 
O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

105.     7's.     Relief  Hymns. 
Jesus,  King  of  kings. 

KING  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords ! 
These  are  great  and  awful  words ; 
'Tis  to  Jesus  they  belong, — 
Let  hi?  people  raise  their  song. 


106,107 


2  Rich  in  glory,  thou  didst  stoop, — 
This  is  now  thy  people's  hope  ; 
Thou  wast  poor  that  they  might  be 
Rich  in  glory,  Lord,  with  thee. 

106.     L.  M.     Medley. 
I  will  mention  (lie  loving  kindness  of  the  Lord. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all  ; 
He  sa\'d  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good ! 

4  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

5  Soon  shall  1  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

107.     L.  M.     Needham. 
God  so  loved  the  world  that  he  gave  his  Son. 

GLORY  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
Who  dwells  in  light,  whose  name  is  love 
Ye  saints  and  angels,  if  ye  can, 
Declare  the  love  of  God  to  man. 


108,  109  PRAISE. 

2  O,  what  could  more  his  love  commend, 
His  dear,  his  <.>nly  Son  to  send  ! 

That  man,  condemn  d  to  die,  might  live, 
And  God  be  just,  and  yet  forgive. 

3  Jesus,  thy  gospel  firmly  stands 

A  blessing  to  these  favour'd  lands  • 
No  infidel  shall  be  our  dread, 
Since  thou  art  risen  from  the  dead. 

108.  C.  M.    Relief  Hymns. 
Praise  to  (he  Redeemer. 

TO  him  that  lov'd  the  sons  of  men, 
And  wash'd  us  in  his  blood, 
To  royal  lwnours  rais'd  our  head, 
And  made  us  priests  to  God; — 

2  To  him  let  every  tongue  be  praise. 
And  every  heart  be  love; 
All  grateful  honours  paid  on  earth, 
And  nobler  songs  above. 

109.  C.  M.     Relief  Hymns 
Praise  to  Christ  our  Priest. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  noblest  songs 
_    To  our  ascended  Priest; 
He  enter'd  heaven  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  Below,  he  wash'd  our  guilt  away 

By  his  atoning  blood ; 
And  now  he  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Cloth'd  with  our  nature,  still  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
And  sympathizes  with  our  griefs, 
Because  he  felt  the  same. 

4  O  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  hear  his  name ; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith, 
Our  lips  his  praise  proclaim. 


rRAisE.  110,111,112 

110.     7s.     Relief  Hymns. 
Songs  of  Praise 

SOXGS  of  praise  awoke  the  mora, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

2  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

3  Borne  upon  the  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

111.     CM.     Relief  Hymns. 
God  may  be  worshipped  everywhere. 

HERE'ER  ascends  the  sacrifice 
Of  fervent  praise  and  praver. 
Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 
Jesus  our  Lord  is  there. 

2  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad 

Through  realms,  through  worlds  unknown  : 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 

3  Be  in  our  midst, — let  faith  rejoice. 

Our  risen  Lord  to  view  ; 
Now  make  our  spirits  hear  thy  voice, 
Say, — "  Peace  be  unto  you !" 

112.     CM.    Waits. 
God's  eternal  Dominion. 
jT<  REAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
VJT  What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creamres  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 
D2 


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113,  114  PRAISE. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thy  immense  survey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  sky 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view; 
To  thee  there  's  nolhing  old  appears, 
Great  God  !  there 's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares; 
While  thy  eternal  thoughts  move  on, 
Thy  undisturb'd  affairs. 

C  Great  God  !  how"  infinite  art  thou ! 
What  worthless  worms  are  we! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

113.     L.  M.     (117  Ps.)    Watts. 
Let  all  the  world  praise  God. 

IT* ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
rill  suns  shall  rise  to  set  no  more. 

114.     C.  M. 

God's  Majesty  and  Dominion. 
SING  the  God  whose  power  and  love 


I 


Through  all  his  works  are  shown 
The  God  who  sits  enthron'd  above 
What  creatures  e'er  have  known. 


115 


2  By  his  decree  the  sea  is  bound, 
Nor  can  it  farther  move ; 

This  is  the  girdle  thrown  around 
The  heirs  of  endless  love : — 

3  This  is  the  gulf  for  ever  fixt, 
And  always  must  remain  ; 

The  unpass'd  gulf  that  lies  betwixt 
The  worlds  of  bliss  and  pain. 

4  At  his  reproof  the  earth  gives  way, 
Its  massy  pillars  bend ; 

His  voice  the  cherubim  obey, 
And  tremblingly  attend. 

5  O  Thou,  who  didst  salvation  bring 
My  guilty  soul  befriend ; 

Speak  in  my  favour  to  the  King, 
Whilst  at  thy  throne  I  bend. 

6  When  earth  and  seas  thy  presence  fly, 
O  then  may  I  abide, 

Protected  by  thy  watchful  eye, 
And  shelter'd  by  thy  side ! 


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115.     C.  M.    Walls. 

Christ  worshipped  by  all  the  Creation. 

OME,  let  us  join  oar  cheerful  songs. 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  '  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died/  they  cry, 

'To  be  exalted  thus:' 
'Worthy  the  Lamb,'  our  lips  reply, 
'  For  be  was  slain  for  us.' 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  power  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 


116,  117  PRAISE. 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

11G.    CM.    Waits. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

PLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and, — O  amazing  love ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoil'd  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 

And  broke  our  iron  chains ; 
Jesus  hath  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ! 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

117.     C.  M.     Anon. 
He  is  the  Head  of  all  Principalities  and  Powers. 

BEGIN  the  high,  celestial  strain, 
My  ravish'd  soul,  and  sing 
A  solemn  hymn  of  grateful  praise 
To  heaven's  Almighty  King. 

2  Ye  curling  fountains,  as  ye  roll 
Your  silver  waves  along, 


PRAISF.  118 

Whisper  to  all  your  verdant  shores 
The  subject  6l'  my  song. 

3  Bear  it,  ye  winds,  on  all  your  wings, 

To  distant  climes  away. 
And  round  the  wide  extended  world 
The  lofty  theme  convey. 

4  Take  the  glad  burden  of  his  name. 

Ye  clouds,  as  ye  arise, 
Whether  to  deck  the  golden  morn, 
Or  shade  the  evening  skies. 

5  Long  let  it  tremble  round  the  spheres. 

And  echo  through  the  sky; 
Till  angels,  with  immortal  skill, 
Iraprose  the  sacred  joy. 

6  While  we,  with  heavenly  rapture  fir'd, 

The  great  Redeemer  smg ; 
And  chant  our  consecrated  lavs 
To  our  immortal  King. 

118.     L.  M.    Walls. 
Desiring  to  love  Jesus. 

COME,  let  me  love. ...or  is  my  mind 
Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice  ? 
I  see  the  blessed  Fair  One  bend 
And  stoop  t"  embrace  me  from  the  skies  * 

2  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains ; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains. 

3  Infinite  grace  !  Almighty  charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies ! 
Jesus,  the  God,  extends  his  arms. 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  dies  ! 

i  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
Dress'd  in  divii  uty  and  blood  ? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so, 
In  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 


119,120  rjiAi.SE. 

5  Again  he  lives,   and  spreads  his  hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  torturing  smart; 

'  By  these  dear  wounds,'  says  he,  and  stands, 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  Ins  heart. 

6  Sure  I  must  love or  are  my  ears 

Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move  ? 
Lord !  melt  this  flinty  heart  to  tears — 
This  heart  shall  yield  to  death,  or  love. 

119.  C.  M. 

Revelation  of  God's  purposes  makes  his  Saints  happy 

LOW  would  T  bow  beneath  thy  feet, 
Thou  infinite  Unknown ! 
And  humbly  hope  thy  smile  to  meet, 
Through  thine  exalted  Son. 

2  A  crawling  worm,  thy  name  to  praise, 

Attempts  the  lofty  song; 
Too  high  for  seraphim  to  raise, 
Too  grand  for  Gabriel's  tongue. 

3  Long  ere  the  hills  or  mountains  stood, 

Or  sun  or  spheres  revolv'd, 

Th'  Eternal,  the  Almighty  God, 

Had  all  his  ways  rcsolv'd. 

4  Th'  unbounded  mind  through  future  pierc'd, 

And  saw  creation  rise  ; 
All  things,  the  last  as  well  as  first, 
Were  present  in  his  eyes. 

5  Things  fit  disclos'd,  the  rest  conceal'd 

From  every  creature's  eye; 
Until  most  happily  reveal'd, 
To  heighten  joys  on  high. 

6  Till  I  shall  reach  that  happy  place, 

I  would  not  anxious  prove, 
Only  to  feel  thy  saving  grace, 
And  know  that  thou  art  Love. 

120.  Wails. 

God's  greatness  aives  sinners  to  silence. 
ITERNAL  Power,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God, 


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Infinite  lengths  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

2  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame, 

And  worms  have  learn 'd  to  lisp  thy  name  ; 

But,  O !  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind ! 

3  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below ; 
Be  short  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few ! 
A  solemn  reverence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 

121.     CM.     Watts. 
Christ  our  Strength  and  Righteousness. 
Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 


M 


When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end,' 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  T  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength 
To  see  my  Father  God. 

4  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  victories  of  my  King ! 
My  soul,  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

5  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

6  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers : 

With  this  delightful  song, 

I  '11  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

'Sot  think  the  season  long. 


122,  123  picaise. 

122.  C.  M.     Waifs. 
The  Robe  of  Righteousness: 

AWAKE,  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue, 
-  Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys. 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ! 
These  ornaments  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  laith  and  love, 

And  hope  and  every  grace ; 

But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteousness. 

6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  array 'd 

By  the  great  Sacred  Three ! 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 

123.  L.  M.    Watts. 
Restoring  and  Persevering  Grace. 

ITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 


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I  '11  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rose  ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdu'd  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 
And  strength  diffus'd  through  all  my  soul. 


PRAISK.  121.  125 

3  The  God  of  heaven  maintains  his  stale. 
F'rowns  on  the  proud,  and  scorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  descends  to  bless 
The  humble  souls  that  trust  his  grace. 

4  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  hopes  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

5  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrow  and  from  sias  ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

124.  S.  M.     Walts. 
Persevering  Grace.     Jude,  ver.  24,  25. 

TO  God,  the  only  wise, 
.  Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  Almighty  love, 

His  counsels  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 

Unblemish'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

125.  S.  M.     Si'-ahi. 

The  constraining  motives  to  praise. 

WHO  can  forbear  to  sing, 
Who  can  refuse  to  praise. 
When  Zion's  high  celestial  King 
His  saving  power  displays  1 
2  When  sinners  at  his  feet, 
By  mercy  eonquer'd.  fall ; 
When  grace  and  truth,  and  iustice  meet, 
And  peace  unites  them  all  ? — 


126,  127  i-haisk. 

3  When  the  sweet  gospel  pound, 

The  silver  trump  of  heaven, 
Proclaims  to  contrite  souls  around, 
That  ail  their  sin's  forgiven? — 

4  When  heaven's  expanding  gates 

Invite  the  pilgrims'  feet, 
And  Jesus  at  their  entrance  waits, 
To  place  them  on  his  seat  ? 

5  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace, 
Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 

126.  C.  M.    Watts. 

The  examples  of  Christ  and  his  Saints. 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  helow, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  nsk  them  whence  their  victory  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

His  zeal  inspir'd  their  breast; 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promis'd  rest ; 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  his  own  pattern  given  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

127.  L.  M.    Watts. 

A  sight  of  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world. 

UP  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
And  living  waters  gently  rcll, 


12S 


Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and  fly, 
But  sin  hangs  heavy  an  my  soul. 

2  Thy  wondrous  blood,  dear  dying  Christ. 
Can  make  this  load  of  guilt  remove; 
And  thou  canst  bear  me  where  thou  tly'st, 
On  thy  kind  wings.  Celestial  Dove! 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
The  glories  ofth'  eternal  - 

What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be ! 
How  despicable  to  mint 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon, 
Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies 

5  Then  they  might  tight,  and  mge.  and  rave. 
1  should  perceive- the  noise  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 
Whiie  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great  All  in  All.  eternal  King! 
Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  lace. 

And  all  mv  powers  shall  blow  and  sing, 
Thine  endless  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

105.     CM.    Watts. 
God  my  only  happiness.     Psalm  lixiii.  25. 

MY  God,  mv  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  All ; 
I  've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above. 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies. 

And  this  inferior  clod ! 
There  's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There  's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  "Tn  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
Tis  Thv  sweet  beams  create  mv  no 
If  Thou  withdrav 


129  riiAisE. 

4  And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed, 

Amongst  (he  shades  1  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  shows  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  soul.] 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  safe  abode; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 

But  they  are  not  my  Cod. 
0  How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compared  lo  thee! 
Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 

Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  1  desire  no  more. 

129.     S.  M.     ]Valts. 
God  all,  and  in  all.     Psalm  lxxii.  25 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee,  I  call, 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  All  in  All. 

2  The  smilings  of  thy  feee, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can.  make  a  heavenly  place 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face  : 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 


PRAISE.  130,131 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 
G  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 
With  infinite  desire, — 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher ! 

130.     CM.     Steele. 
The  Christian's  prospect. 

HAPPY  the  soul  whose  wishes  climb 
To  mansions  in  the  skies ! 
He  looks  on  all  the  joys  of  time, 
With  undesiring  eyes. 

2  In  vain  soft  pleasure  spreads  her  charms, 

And  throws  her  silken  chain  ; 
And  wealth,  and  fame,  invite  his  arms. 
And  tempt  his  ears  in  vain. 

3  To  things  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

A  beam  of  sacred  light 
Directs  his  view,  his  prospects  rise 
All  permanent  and  bright. 

4  His  hopes  are  fixt  on  joys  to  come ; 

Those  blissful  scenes  on  high 

Shall  flourish  in  immortal  hloom, 

When  time  and  nature  die. 

5  O  were  those  heavenly  prospects  mine. 

Those  pleasures  could  I  prove, 
Earth's  fleeting  joys  I  would  resign, 
And  rmse  my  hopes  above. 

131.     L.  M.     Steele. 
The  worship  of  Heaven.    John  xvii.  24. 

OFOR  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns! 


132  PRAISE. 

2  There,  low,  before  his  glorious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  tall ; 

And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  hliss,  iheir  heaven  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head; 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 
To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  favourites  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir ; 
O  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme, 
Awake  our  faith,  and  warm  desire! 

6  Dear  Saviour!  let  thv  Spirit  seal 
Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place  ! 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  Ave  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

132.     CM.     Walts. 

The  saints  glorified.     Rev.  vii.  13,  &c. 

'?  jlHESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine 

A    '  Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
'  How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
'  Of  everlasting  day  V 

2  From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jesus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps,  and  sacred  songs, 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face, 

Amongst  his  saints  reside. 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supplied. 


PRAISE.  133,  1^4 

5  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls, 

And  hunger  flee  as  last ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immorlal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock, 

Where  living  fountains  rise, 

And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 

All  sorrows  from  their  eyes. 

133.  CM.     ~\Yatts. 
Heaven  invisible  and  holy.     1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10 

PURE  are  the  joys  above  the  sky. 
And  all  the  region  peace. 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  see,  or  taste  the  bliss. 

2  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin  and  shame  ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamo. 

3  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found. 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heavenly  ground. 

134.  CM.    Watte 
The  beatific  sight  of  Christ. 

FROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise 
And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies. 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  mv  soul, 

Shall  death  itscdf  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortaiilv  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 

In  heaven's  unmeasur'd  space, 
I  Ml  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure,  and  in  praise. 


135 


4  Millioas  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endless  ages  I  '11  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jesus !  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring; 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

6  Haste,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  soul 

Up  to  thy  bless'd  abode, 

Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

135.     L.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
The  Christian  rising  to  God. 

NOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For,  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy 'd  above ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 


praise.  136, 137, 138 

136.  CM.    Wam. 

The  Lord's  Day ;  or,  the  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

IN  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay. 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

2  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

3  To  thy  great  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay ; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  the  day. 

137.  S.  M.    Watts. 

The  Lord's  Day ;  or,  delight  in  Ordinance*. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eves ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  has  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

138.    CM    DobeU's  Selection. 
God's  blessing  invoked  on  Sabbath  exercises. 

ON  this  sweet  morn  the  Lord  arose 
Triumphant  o'er  the  grave! 


139 


He  died  to  vanquish  all  my  foes; 
Again  he  lives  to  save. 

2  No  heavenly  fire  my  heart  can  raise, 

Without  the  Spirit's  aid  ; 
His  breath  must  kindle  prayer  and  praise, 
Or  I  am  cold  and  dead. 

3  On  all  thy  flocks  thy  Spirit  pour, 

And  saving  health  convev  ; — 
A  sweet,  refreshing,  heavenly  shower. 
Will  make  them  sing  and  pray. 

4  Direct  thy  shepherds  how  to  feed 

The  flocks  of  thy  own  choice ; 
Give  savour  to  the  furnish'd  food, 
And  bid  the  folds  rejoice. 


139.    6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  8. 
The  Lord's  Day  delightful  to  Christians. 

ON  this  delightful  day 
The  Saviour  burst  the  tomb ; 
And  we  to  praise  and  pray, 
Together  here  a^e  come : 
O  Jesus,  meet  thy  flock  to-day, 
Thy  grace  impart,  thy  power  display. 

2  On  this  delightful  day. 
Peculiarly  thy  own, 

O  Jesus,  come  away, 

And  meet  us  in  thy  dome : 
Give  us  to  join  the  heavenly  lays, 
And  sing  aloud  thy  worthy  praise. 

3  On  this  delightful  day, 
Thy  saints  in  general  meet ; 
O,  why  should  any  stay 
From  thy  transporting  seat ! 

May  millions  in  the  different  parts, 
This  day  to  Jesus  yield  their  hearts ! 

4  On  this  delightful  day, 
The  bread  of  life  is  given ; 


PRAISE.  140,  141 

May  Christ  his  grace  display, 

An  aatepast  of  heaven ; 
And  when  we  leave  this  earthly  dome 
May  angel  bands  conduct  us  home. 

140.     S.  M.     Dobell's  Selection. 
The  Lord  is  risen.     Luke  xxiv.  34. 

TO-DAY  the  Saviour  rose ; 
Our  Jesus  left  the  dead  ; 
He  conquer'd  our  tremendous  foes, 
And  Satan  captive  led. 

2  He  left  his  glorious  throne, 

To  make  our  peace  with  God ; 
Blessings  for  ever  on  his  name ; 
He  bought  us  with  his  blood. 

3  For  us  his  life  he  paid — 

For  us  the  law  fulfill'd  ; 
On  him  our  loads  of  guilt  were  laid — 
We  by  his  stripes  are  heal'd. 

1  Ye  saints,  adore  his  name 

Who  hath  such  mercy  shown ; 
Ye  sinners,  love  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
And  make  his  praises  known. 

141.     L.  M.     Walls. 
Angels  punished  and  men  saved. 

FROM  heaven  the  sinning  angels  fell. 
And  wrath  and  darkness  chain'd  them  down. 
But  man,  vile  man,  forsook  his  bliss, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  work  of  sovereign  grace, 
That  could  distinguisii  rebels  so! 
Our  guilty  treasons  calfd  aloud 
For  everlasting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Our  souls,  ourselves,  our  all  we  pay  ? 
Millions  of  tongues  shall  sound  thy  praise, 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heavenly  day. 


142, 143  praise. 

142.  CM.     Watt4. 
Praise  for  creation  and  redemption. 

LET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
Who  never  knew  thy  grace, 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee. 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne, 
All  glory  to  the  United  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

3  Twas  he,  and  we  '11  adore  his  name. 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word, 
'Tis  he  restores  our  ruin'd  frame ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord. 

143.  CM.    Steele. 
The  joys  of  Heaven. 

COME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  every  care, 

And  discord  there  shall  cease, 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere. 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

3  The  soul,  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more ; 
But  cloth'd  in  spotless  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  , 
And  endless  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  timeful  tongues. 

5  The  Saviour,  dying,  rising,  crovvn'd, 

Shall  swell  the  lofty  strains ; 
Seraph  and  saint  his  praise  resound. 
Through  all  th'  ethereal  plains. 


praisk.  144,  M  5 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  Jove, 
Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till  in  the  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

144.    C.  M.     Watts. 
Meditation  of  heaven  ;  or,  the  joy  of  faith. 

MY  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies, 
And  look  within  the  veil ; 
There  springs  of  endless  pleasure  rise, 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  blessed  Three  in  One ; 
And  strong  affections  fix  ray  sight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promise  stands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart  ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  seals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings, 

How  short  our  sorrows  are. 
When  with  eternal  future  things 
The  present  we  compare  ! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  stilt 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

145.     S.  M.     Parkinson's  Selection. 
Praise  to  the  Lamb.     Rev.  xv.  3. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

Sing  of  his  dying  love,     " 
Sing  of  his  rising  power, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  all  whose  sins  he  bore. 


146,  147  praise. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Ascending  with  our  tongues; 

Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  exery  day, 
In  Christ  our  sovereign  King. 

5  Soon  we  shall  hear  him  say, 
'Ye  blessed  children,  come;' 

Soon  he  will  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  pilgrims  home. 

146.  L.  M.    Watts. 

The  presence  of  Christ  in  worship  delightful. 

LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee ! 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray, 
They  hear  of  heaven  and  learn  the  way. 

2  Here,  gracious  Lord,  we  still  would  stay, 
And  sing  the  pleasing  hours  away ; 

As  Tabor's  mount,  the  place  is  sweet, 
Whene'er  thy  smiling  face  we  meet. 

3  O  write  upon  each  memorv,  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrine  of  thy  word, 
That  we  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  roving  heart  of  mine  ; 

That  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  retire  and  walk  w  ith  God. 

147.  CM.     Cemtick. 

Lord's  day  evening. 

'WfUEN,  O  deaf  Jesus,  when  shall  I 

¥  ¥     Behold  thee  all  serene ; 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath-day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 


praise.  148,  149 

2  Assist  me,  while  I  wander  here. 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  way  to  ceaseless  joys, 
To  Sabbaths  without  end. 

148.  CM.   Wam. 

The  doctrine  and  use  of  the  Trinity. 

FATHER  of  Glory !  to  thy  name 
Immortal  praise  we  give, 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 
And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honour  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease  ; 
Our  lives  he  ransom'd  with  his  own, 
And  died  to  make  our  peace. 

3  To  thy  Almighty  Spirit  be 

Immortal  glory  given. 
Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 

4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th'  eternal  God, 
And  spread  his  honours  and  their  joys 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 

5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty  join, 

One  general  song  to  raise ; 
Lot  saints  in  earth  and  heaven  combine, 
In  harmony  and  praise. 

149.  CM.    Watts. 

Of  the  Church  when  delivered  from  Enemies. 

SHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 
Through  the  whole  nation  run ; 
Ye  Christian  skies,  reflect  the  noise 
Beyond  the  rising  sun. 


150,  151  PRA1SK. 

2  1  hee,  mighty  God,  our  souls  admire, 

Thee,  our  glad  voices  sing, 
And  join  with  the  celestial  choir 
To  praise  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  power  the  whole  creation  rules. 

And  on  the  starry  skies 
Sits  smiling  at  the  weak  designs 
Thy   envious    foes  devise. 

4  Almighty  grace  defends  his  church 

From  their  malicious  power  ; 
Let  Christians  with  united  songs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

150.     L.  M.     Rippoii's  Selection. 
Thanksgiving  for  National  Deliverance. 

PRAISE  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear 
Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer, 
And,  though  deliverance  long  delay, 
Answers  in  his  well-chosen  day. 

2  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong ; 

His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our  song, 
The  tribute  of  our  love  we  bring 
To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

3  Our  temples,  guarded  from  the  flame, 
Shall  echo  thy  triumphant  name  ; 
And  every  peaceful,  private  home. 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 

4  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 

To  walk  as  in  thy  honour'd  sight, 

Hence,  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 

Till  life's  last  hour  to  persevere. 

151.    L.  M. 
A  Thought  on  the  Fourth  of  July. 

GREAT  Sov'reign  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
Thy  mandate,  thy  almighty  breath, 
•San  bid  a  thousand  worlds  arise, 
Or  dash  a  thousand  worlds  to  death. 


THE   SCRIPTURES.  152 

2  The  nations  all  beneath  thine  eye 
Are  nothing,  vanity,  and  less ; 

At  thy  command  they  live  or  die, 
Or  naught  enjoy,  or  all  possess. 

3  To  thee,  lo  thee,  almighty  Lord ! 
The  triumph  of  the  day  belongs; 
O  let  Columbia's  sons  record 

Thy  praise,  in  grateful,  lasting  songs' 

4  Unfurl  thy  banner,  mighty  God ! 
Make  sin  and  tyrants  bow  to  thee ; 
O'er  all  creation  sway  thy  sword. 
And  bid  a  rescu'd  world  be  free ! 


THE  SCRIPTURES. 

152.    C.  M.    Epis.  CoU. 

God's  Word. 

GREAT  God  !  with  wonder  and  with  praise, 
On  all  thy  works  I  look ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid. 

Here  my  best  comfort  lies, 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied. 

And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

3  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been. 
And  from  the  gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

4  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died, 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 

Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside, 

Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

5  Then  let  me  love  my  bible  more, 

And  take  a  fresh  delight, 
By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 
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153,  154  THE  SCRIPTURES 

153.    7s. 
Search  the  Scriptir-es.    John  v.  39. 
[EARCH  the  Scriptures,'  saith  the  Lord, 
They  contain  my  holy  word  ; 
'  Search  them,  blinded  phansee, 
'They  do  testify  of  me.' 

2  They  alone  can  wound  and  heal, 
Make  the  hardest  heart  to  feel, 
Speak,  at  once,  our  sins  forgiven, 
Guide  us  all  the  way  to  heaven. 

3  They  disclose  the  Saviour's  name, 
And  our  frozen  hearts  inflame  ; 
Cheer  our  souls  along  the  road, 
Show  us  if  we  're  born  of  God. 

4  They  can  arm  us  for  the  fight, 
Gird  us  with  immortal  might ; 
Cause  our  foes  to  quit  the  field, 
While  the  Spirit's  sword  we  wield 

5  Book  of  books !  of  all,  the  best ; 
Give  roe  this,  take  all  the  rest : 
Other  books  may  souls  betray, 
This  can  never  lead  astray. 

6  Here  I  build  my  lasting  hope, 
Here  my  weakness  finds  a  prop ; 
Jesus,  to  thy  arms  I  fly — 

On  thy  word  would  live  and  die. 

154.     CM.     Watts. 

The  Holy  Scriptures. 

LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
Does  all  my  grief  assuage ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  every  page, 


LAW    AND   SIN.  155,  15b 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  this  pearl  his  own. 

4  Here  consecrated  water  flows 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  O  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

155.     C.  M.     Rippoiis  Selection. 
Knowledge  and  ioy,from  the  Word. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  ils  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our"  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way  ; 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


LAW  AND  SIN. 
156.     L.  M.     Medley. 
The  Law  of  God  the  test.     Dan.  v.  27. 
AISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye, 
Behold  the  judgement  drawing  nigh ; 


R 


157,158  LAW    AND   SIX. 

Behold  the  balance  is  displayed, 
Where  thou  must  be  exactly  weigh'd. 

2  See,  in  one  scale,  God's  holy  law : 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw ; 
Canst  thou  the  awful  lest  sustain  ? 

Thy  works  how  light!  thy  thoughts  how  vain' 

3  Behold  !  the  hand  of  God  appears, 
And  writes  in  dreadful  characters, 

*  Tekel !'  thy  soul  is  wanting  found  ; 
With  trembling  hear  the  solemn  sound. 

4  One  only  hope  can  yet  prevail, 
Jesus,  for  thee,  can  turn  the  scale: 
Can  give  tny  guilty  conscience  peace. 
And  save  thee  by  his  righteousness. 

157.     CM. 
The  Nature  and  Desert  of  Sin. 

IN  but  one  single  point,  if  thou 
Offend  God's  holy  Rule. 
The  vengeance  of  the  broken  Law 
Rests  heavy  on  thy  soul. 

2  Down  to  the  deeps  of  endless  woe, 

One  sin  the  angels  hurl'd  ; 
One  sin,  and  that  a  small  one  too. 
Brought  ruin  on  this  world. 

3  An  evil  thought,  an  idle  word, 

A  cherish'd  wrong  desire, 
Provokes  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
Kindles  an  endless  fire. 

4  Tremble,  my  soul,  before  that  God 

Whose  Rule  must  ne'er  be  broke , 
Obey  the  precepts  of  his  word, 
Lest  thou  his  wrath  provoke. 

158.     L.  M.     Walts. 
Faith  and  Repentance,  with  their  opposites. 

LIFE  and  immortal  joys  are  given 
To  souls  that  mourn    the    sins  they  've  done; 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heaven, 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 


GOSPEL  GRACE.  159 

2  Woe  to  the  wretch  that  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 
The  st  jbborn  sin  of  unbelief. 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead ; 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  ; 
He  seals  the  curse  on  his  own  head, 
And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies 


GOSPEL  GRACE. 

159.     CM.     Watls. 

The  Invitation  of  /he  Gospel.     Isaiah  Iv.  1 — T 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ve  hungry  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  ; 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast. 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 

In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel-grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


160,  161,  162  GOSPEL  GKACF, 

150.     L.  M.   Watts. 
The  imvard  Witness  to  Christianity.     1  John,  v.  10 

JESUS,  thy  witness  speaks  within  ; 
The  mercy  which  thy  words  reveal 
Refines  the  heart  from  sense  and  sin, 
And  stamps  its  own  celestial  seal. 
2  The  guilty  wretch,  that  trusts  thy  blood, 
Finds  peace  and  pardon  at  the  cross ; 
The  sinful  soul  averse  to  God, 

Believes  and  loves  his  Maker's  laws. 

161.     C.  M.     Walls. 
The  Invitations  of  the  Gospel. 

LO !  there 's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word, 
'  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
'  And  trust  upon  the  Lord.' 

2  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief, 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 
O !  help  my  unbelief! 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly, 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul, 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

4  Stretch  out  thine  arms,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  sins  subdue ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 
With  all  his  hellish  crew. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness  ; 
My  Saviour  and  my  all. 

162.    6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  8.     Nippon's  Selection. 
Yet  there  is  room.     Luke  xiv.  22. 

YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerg'd  in  sin  and  woe, 


GOSPEL  GRACE.  163 

The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 
Nor  vain  excuses  frame ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 

All  things  are  ready,  sinner,  come, 
For  eveiy  trembling  soul  there 's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heavenlv  word 
His  messengers  proclaim ; 
He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 
And  faithful  is  his  name : 

Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come, 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wandering  sheep,  draw  near  ,- 

Christ  calls  you  from  above, 

His  charming  accents  hear : 
Let  whosoever  will,  now  come, 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  Is  room. 

163.     L.  M.     IVedey's  CoU. 
Invitation  to  Sinners. 

OCOME !  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restor'd  ; 
His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace  : — 

2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favour  and  the  peace  of  God  ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence : — 

3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart; 
The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven, 
The  faith  that  wafts  the  soul  to  heaven. 


164,  165  GOSPEL  GRACE. 

4  The  overflowing  power  of  grace, 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

164.  C  M.     Steele. 

The  Saviour's  Invitation.     John  vii.  37. 
T11HE  Saviour  calls — let  everv  ear 
JL    Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty  longing  heart, 

Here,  streams  of  bounty  flow ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Here,  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  ease  your  every  pain ; 
Immortal  fountain !  full  supplies ! 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  mourners,  come, — 'tis  merry's  voice 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

5  Dear  Saviour!  draw  reluctant  hearts. 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts. 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

165.  CM.     Steele. 

Yet  there  is  room.     Luke  xiv.  22. 

YJE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  willing  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms f. 
He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, — 
But  see,    there  yet  is  room.' 


GOSPEL  GRACE.  166,  167 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet 

4  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

166.     L.  M.     Steele. 
The  Weary  and  Heavy-laden  Invited. 

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd, 
The  Saviour  offers  heavenly  rest; 
The  kind,  the  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Here,  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt,  and  heal  your  woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace — 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

3  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove, 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest 

167.     L.  M.     Altered. 
Come  and  see.    John  i.  46. 

JESUS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  it  sounds ! 
Replete  with  balm  for  all  my  wounds ! 
His  word  declares  '  his  grace  is  free,' 
Come,  needy  sinner, — '  come  and  see.' 

9.  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die  ; 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree, 
Come,  thoughtless  sinner, — '  come  and  see  ' 


l8,  169  GOSPEL  GRACE. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
'Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part; 
His  boundless  love  extends  to  thee, 
Come,  trembling  sinner, — '  come  and  see.' 

4  His  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean; 
This  fountain  open  stands  for  thee, 
Come,  guilty  sinner, — '  come  and  see.' 

5  Come,  and  behold  his  glories  shine, 
Come,  sing  his  praise  in  songs  divine  ; 
He  bleeds,  he  dies  on  Calvary ! 
Come,  sinners,  all, — O !  '  come  and  see.' 

168.     L.  M.     DobelVs  Selection. 
I  will  in  no  wise  east  out.    John  vis  37. 

HARK!  'tis  the  Saviour's  voice  I  hear, — 
Come,  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fear 
He  saith,  and  who  his  word  can  doubt  ? 
'1  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out.' 

2  Approach  your  God,  make  no  delay, 
He  waits  to  welcome  you  to-day ; 
His  mercy  try,  nor  longer  doubt, — 
He  will  in  no  wise  cast  you  out. 

3  Lord,  at  thy  call  behold  1  come, 
A  guilty  soul,  lost,  and  undone  ; 
On  thy  rich  blood  I  cast  my  soul, 
O  make  my  wounded  spirit  whole  ! 

169.     C.  M.     Jones. 
I  will  go  in  unto  the  King.    Esther  iv.  16. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilF  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  '  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
'  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
'  I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
'  Whatever  may  oppose. 


GOSPEL   UKACE.  170 

3  '  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 

•  And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

'I '11  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
'  Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  '  I  '11  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

*  AVhose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 

1  Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
'  And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  *  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

'  Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 

*  But  if  I  perish  1  will  pray, 

'  And  perish  only  there. 

6  '  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

'I  am  resolv'd  to  try; 

*  For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

'  I  must  for  ever  die. 

7  '  But  if  I  die  with  mercy  sought 

'  When  I  the  king  have  tried ; 

*  This  were  to  die—delightful  thought! — 

'  As  sinner  never  died.' 

170.     6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  8.     DobelVs  Selection. 
God,  Gracious  and  Precious.     Psalm  cxxxix.  17. 

INDULGENT  God,  how  kind 
Are  all  thy  ways  to  me  ! 
Whose  dark,  benighted  mind, 
Was  enmity  to  thee  ; 
Yet  now  subdu'd  by  sovereign  grace, 
My  spirit  longs  for  thine  embrace. 

2  Preserv'd  in  Jesus,  when 
My  feet  made  haste  to  hell ; 
And  there  should  I  have  been, 
But  thou  dost  all  things  well ; 

Thy  love  was  great — thy  mercy  free, 
•    Which  from  the  pit  deliver'd  me. 

3  A  monument  of  grace, 
A  sinner  sav'd  by  blood  ; 
The  streams  of  love  I  trace 
Up  to  their  fountain  God ! 


T 


171,172,173  GOSPEL   GRACE. 

And  in  his  sacred  bosom  see 
Eternal  thoughts  of  love  to  me. 

171.  L.  M.    Watts. 

God  dwells  with  the  humble.     Isa.  lvii.  15,  16. 
IHUS  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One, 
sit  u}X>n  my  holy  throne  ; 

•  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below, 

I  On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too. 

2  '  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 

I I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live, 

•  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 

4  And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind.' 

3  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die ! 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chast'ning  love. 

172.  L.  M.     Watts. 

Christ's  invitation  to  siniiers.     Mat.  xi.  28— 3D 
'^lOME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
Vy  '  Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come ; 
'  I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
'  And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  '  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
' My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight; 

'  My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

'  My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 

3  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, — 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

173.     C  M.     Toplady's  Collection. 
Now  is  the  accepted  time.    2  Cor.  vi.  2. 

COME,  guilty  souls,  and  flee  away 
To  Christ,  and  heal  your  wounds ; 
This  is  the  welcome  gospel  day, 
Wherein  free  grace  abounds. 


GOSPEL   GRACE.  174,  175,  176 

2  God  lov'd  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son 
To  drink  the  cup  of  wrath  ; 
And  Jesus  says  he  '11  cast  out  none 
That  come  to  him  by  faith. 

174.    S.  M.     Epis.  Coll. 
Who  hath  hardened  himself,  and  prospered  ? 


A1 


Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 
i  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 
Their  ancient  seats  forsake ; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 
i  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a  God  ! 
None,  none  can  meet  him  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

175.     6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  8.     DobelVs  Selection 
God  reasoning  with  men.     Isa.  i.  18. 

YE  sin-sick  souls,  draw  near, 
And  banquet  with  your  King, 

His  royal  bounties  share, 

And  loud  hosannas  sing : 
Here  mercy  reigns,  here  peace  abounds, 
Here 's  balm  to  heal  your  bleeding  wounds. 

But  may  a  soul  like  mine, 

All  stain'd  with  guilt  and  blood, 

Approach  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  converse  hold  with  God  ? 
Yes !  Jesus  calls — come,  sinners,  come, 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

176.    L.  M.    Epis.  Coll. 
Heaven  seen  by  faith. 

AS  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  commanding  hill, 


177,  178  GOSPKL  BRACE. 

His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still  :— 

2  So,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

177.     C.  M.     Relief  Hymns. 
Joy  a  grace  of  the  Spirit. 

WHERE  Christ  the  Lord  has  planted  grace. 
And  made  his  glory  known, 
There  fruits  of  heavenly  joy  and  peace 
Are  found,  and  there  alone. 

2  A  bleeding  Saviour  seen  by  faith, 

A  sense  of  pardoning  love, 
A  hope  which  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

3  To  take  a  glimpse  within  the  vail, 

To  know  that  God  is  mine, 
Are  springs  of  joy  which  never  tail, 
Refreshing  and  divine. 

4  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy, 

And  purify  the  mind  ; 
That  make  our  spirits  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

173.    L.  M.    Watts. 

None  hat  Christ. 

IN  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon ; 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

2  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise, 
Assault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art, 
I  *d  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart 


GOSPEL   GRACE.  179,  180,  181 

179.    S.  M. 
Perfection. 

PERFECTION  here  below,— 
Let  men  say  what  they  please — 
Is  not  to  be  attain'd  unto, 
Except  in  small  degrees. 

2  By  faith  we  trust  the  Lord, 

By  love  we  do  his  will, 
By  hope  we  wait  to  be  restor'd, — 
But  are  imperfect  still. 

3  The  nearest,  best  approach 

To  sweet  perfection  we 
Attain  to  in  this  lower  church, 
Is  deep  humility  : — 

4  Except  we  ought  to  say, 

That  patience  is  the  crown  ; 
When  patience  has  her  perfect  work, 
The  graces  all  are  grown. 

180.     7's.     DobelVs  Selection. 
Compel  them  to  come  in.     Luke  xiv.  23. 

LORD,  how  large  thy  bounties  are ! 
Tender,  gracious,  sinner's  friend  ; 
What  a  feast  dost  thou  prepare, 
And  what  invitations  send  ! 

2  Now  fulfil  thy  great  design, 

Who  didst  first  the  message  bring ; 
Every  heart  to  thee  incline, 
Now  compel  ihem  to  come  in. 

181.     L.  M.    n~att$. 
Christ  our  Strength.     2  Cor.  xii-  7 — 9,  10. 

LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
'  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day,' 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 


182  GOSPEL  GRACE. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

3  *  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  sustains 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise. 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

182.     C.  M.    Watts. 
Strength  from  Heaven.     Isa.  xl.  27 — 30. 

WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  i 
And  where  's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  restless  sin  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  sea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might, 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak. 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  cease  ; 
But  we  tnat  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  taste  the  promis'd  bliss ; 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 


Q 


GOSPEL   GRACE.  183,  184 

183.  CM.     Watts. 

The  faithfulness  of  God  in  his  promises. 

PROCLAIM  'salvation  from  the  Lord, 
For  wretched  dying  men !' 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

2  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brass 

The  mighty  promise  shines ; 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  rase 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

3  He  that  can  dash  whole  worlds  to  death 

And  make  them  when  he  please, 
He  speaks,  and  that  Almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  deep  decrees. 

4  His  every  word  of  grace  is  strong 

As  that  w?hich  built  the  skies; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

5  O  might  I  hear  that  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper,  '  thou  art  mine,' 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song, 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

6  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  heaven  secure  J 
I  trust  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  desires  no  more. 

184.  CM.   Watts. 
God's  Dominion  and  Decrees.    . 

KEEP  silence,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sing* 
The  honours  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 
F 


185  GOSPEL   GRACE- 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies. 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book. 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  Here  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown  ; 
And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns. 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why , 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives  ; 

Nor  dares  the  favorite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb  ! 

185.     L.  M.    Altered. 
Election  the  cause  of  salvation.    Eph.  i.  4 — &. 

CHOSEN  and  blest  in  Christ  our  Head, 
Before  the  world  or  heavens  were  made; 
In  Jesus  sav'd  before  he  died, 
And  by  his  merits  justify'd. 

2  Chosen  to  holiness  within, 

To  freedom  from  the  power  of  sin ; 
To  faith  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Or  else,  no  flesh  shall  see  the  Lord. 

3  In  Christ  the  Lord's  appointed  time, 
They  feel,  and  mcurn,  the  guilt  of  sin ; 
With  all  their  hearts  return  to  God, 
Embrace,  and  keep  the  heavenly  road 


GOSPEL  GRACE.  186,  187,  188 

18a    L.  M. 

Election,  a  most  humbling  doctrine  to  believers, 

ELECTION !— 'tis  most  sweet  to  those 
God  hath  from  everlasting  chose  ; 
With  melting  hearts  they  humbly  cry, 
O,  Precious  Lord  !  why  was  it  I  ? 

2  Why  brought  to  view  thy  smiling  face, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  thy  grace  ? 
Why  was  I  not  to  ruin  hurl'd 

With  Sodom,  or  a  sinking  world  ? 

3  Did  God  embrace  me  in  his  Son, 
Ere  man  was  form'd,  or  time  begun  ? 
Eternal  love!  how  rich,  how  free! 
Lord,  I  resign  myself  to  thee. 

187.  CM.     Walts. 
Distinguishing  Love. 

DOWN  from  the  top  of  earthly  bliss 
Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jesus  stoop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  sinking  world. 

2  O  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Unmeasurable  grace ! 
Must  heaven's  eternal  darling  die. 
To  save  a  trait'rous  race  ? 

3  Must  angels  sink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchless  fire, 
While  God  forsaKes  his  shining  throne, 
To  raise  us  wretches  higher  ? 

4  O !  for  this  love  let  earth  and  skies, 

With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  sing. 

188.  C.  M.    Watts. 

Christian  Virtues ;  or,  the  Difficulty  of  Conversion. 

STRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 
That  leads  to  jcye  on  high  ; 


189  GOSPEL  GRACE. 

Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gater 
While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  will  rcnew'd, 
Passions  suppressed,  and  patience  try'd. 
And  vain  desires  subdu'd. 

3  Flesh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules ; 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banish'd  hence ; 

All  sinful  pleasures  fly, 
And  every  member,  every  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  power. 

Requires  a  strong  restraint; 
We  must  be  watchful  every  hour ; 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

6  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  must  all  the  work  perform. 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

189.    S.  M.     Newton. 

Few  Saved  ;  or,  the  Narrow  Way, 

kESTRUCTION'S  dangerous  road 
What  multitudes  pursue ! 
While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Believers  enter  in 

By  Christ  the  living  gate, 
But  those  w^ho  will  not  leave  their  sin. 
Complain  it  is  too  strait 

3  If  self  must  be  deny'd, 
And  sin  forsaken  quite  ; 

They  rather  choose  the  way  that 's  wide, 
And  strive  to  think  it  right 


D 


GOSPEL  GRACE.  190,191 

1      Obey  the  gospel  call, 

Ana  enter  while  you  may ; 
The  flock  of  Christ  is  always  small ; 
And  none  are  safe  but  they. 
5      Lord,  open  sinners'  eyes, 
Their  awful  state  to  see  ; 
And  cause  them,  ere  the  storm  arise, 
To  thee  for  safety  flee. 


F 


190.    L.M.     Watts. 

Pardoning  Grace. 
ROM  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 


To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries ; 
If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long,  and  wish,  for  op'ning  day 
So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 

4  My  trust  is  fixt  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain  ; 
Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

6  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 


o 


191.    S.M.     Watts. 
Forgiveness  of  Sins,  upon  Confession, 
BLESSED  souls  are  they 


Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 


192  GOSPEL   GRACE. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care 

Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  festering  wound, 

Till  I  contest  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray  ; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

192.     C.  M.     Steele. 
Pardoning  Love.    Jer.  iii.  22.  Hos.  xiv.  1,  2. 

HOW  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet,  sovereign  mercy  calls,  '  return,' 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  1  mourn; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

A  rid  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 

How  glorious,  how  divine ! 
That  can  to  love  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thv  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Oear  Saviour,  I  adore ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


GOSrEL  GRACE.  193,  194 

193.     L.  M.     Gibbons. 
Divine  Forgiveness.     Luke  vii.  47 

FORGIVENESS !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die  ; 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around : 
Ye  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky  ! 

2  'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine ; 
'Tis  full,  out-measuring  every  crime  : 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 
And  feel  no  change  by  changing  time. 

3  O'er  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 
And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  expand — 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  arise. 

4  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heaven 
What  grateful  honour  thall  we  show  ? 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiven, 
Let  love  in  equal  ardours  glow. 

5  By  this  inspired,  let  all  our  days 
With  various  holiness  be  crown'd  ; 

Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise, 
In  all  abide,  in  all  abound. 

194.     S.  M.    Walts. 
Adoption.     1  John  iii.  1 — 3.     Gal.  iv.  6. 

BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestow'd 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  weiJ  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure- 


195,  196  GOSPEL   GRACE. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  the  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

195.    CM.    Watts. 
Characters  of  the  Children  of  God. 

AS  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast 
To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive ; 
So  saints  with  joy  the  gospel  taste, 
And  by  the  gospel  live. 

2  Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed. 

Abides  and  reigns  within ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

3  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 
His  sweet  commands  fulfil. 

4  They  find  access  at  every  hour, 

To  God  within  the  veil; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

5  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne, 

Call  me  a  child  of  tnine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  shed  celestial  joys  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong ; 
Then  shall  I  say,  '  My  Father,  God  !' 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 


B 


196.    L.  M.    Watts. 
Christ  our  Wisdom,  Righteousness,  &c 
URIED  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie  till  Christ  restoies  the  light; 


Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 


gosfkl  g  is  ace.  197.  198 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
And  sing  '  the  Lord  our  righteousness.' 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mixt  with  sin; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  sufferings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains ; 
He  sets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness ; 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

197.  C.  M.    Watts. 
The  Sainfs  Trial  and  Safety. 

UNSHAKEN  as  the  Sacred  Hill, 
And  firm  as  mountains  be ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  sotd  shall  rest 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 

As  those  eternal  arms  of  love 

That  every  saint  surround. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  Paradise, 
Where  Christ  their  Lord  is  gone. 

198.  CM.    Watts. 
Mercies  and  Thanks. 

HOW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 
F2 


199,200  gospel  Grace. 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 
That  I  should  give  Him  all. 

199.     CM.     Relief  Hymns. 
Justification  and  Safe!;/. 

WHERE  is  the  judge  that  shall  condemn 
Whom  God  has  justified  ? 
Who  shall  charge  those  with  guilt  or  crime, 
For  whom  the  Saviour  died  I 

2  The  Saviour  died,*  but  rose  again 

Triumphant  from  the  grave ; 
And  pleads  our  cause  at  God's  right  hand. 
Omnipotent  to  save. 

3  Who,  then,  can  e'er  divide  us  more 

From  Jesus  and  his  love, 
Or  break  the  sacred  chain  that  binds 
Oar  souls  to  heaven  above  ? 

4  Nor  death,  nor  life,  nor  earth,  nor  hell, 

Nor  time's  destroying  sway, 
Can  e'er  efface  us  from  his  heart, 
Or  make  his  love  decay. 

200.     C.  M.     Ntedham. 
The  fear  of  God.     Prov.  xiv.  16. 

HAPPY  beyond  description  he 
Who  fears  the  Lord  his  God  ; 
Who  hears  his  threats  with  holy  awe, 
And  trembles  at  his  rod. 


GOSPEL   GRACE  201 

2  Fear,  sacred  passion,  ever  dwells 

With  its  fair  partner,  love  ; 
Blending  their  beauties,  both  proclaim 
Their  source  is  from  above. 

3  Let  terrors  fright  th'  unwilling  slave, 

The  child  with  joy  appears ; 

Cheerfui  he  docs  his  father's  will, 

And  loves  as  much  as  fears. 

4  Let  fear  and  love,  most  holy  God  ! 

Possess  tnis  soid  of  mine  ; 
Then  shall  I  worship  thee  aright, 
And  taste  thy  joys  divine. 

201.     C.  M.     Turner. 
TJie  Power  of  Faith. 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares  : 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God,  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer. 
And  make  thQ.  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain  : 

5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  seal'd 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hopes  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

6  There,  there  unshaken,  would  I  rest 

Till  this  vile  body  dies, 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
At  once  to  glory  rise! 


202,203  GOSPEL   CRACK- 

202.     L.  M.     Epis.  Cell. 
Faith,  the  Evidence  of  things  unseen. 

FAITH  is  the  Christian's  evidence 
Of  things  unseen  by  mortal  eye ; 
It  passes  a) I  the  bounds  of  sense, 
And  penetrates  the  inmost  sky. 

2  Things  absent  it  can  set  in  view, 

And  bring  far  distant  prospects  home; 
Events  long  past  it  can  renew, 

And  long  foresee  the  things  to  come. 

3  With  strong  persuasion,  from  afar, 

The  heavenly  region  it  surveys, 
Embraces  all  the  blessings  there, 
And  here  enjoys  the  promises. 

4  By  faith  a  steady  course  we  steer, 

Through  ruffling  storms,  and  swelling  seas  ; 
O'ercome  the  world,  keep  down  our  fear, 
And  still  possess  our  souls  in  peace. 

5  By  faith,  we  pass  the  vale  of  tears 

Safe  and  serene,. though  oft  distress'd 
By  faith  subdue  the  king  of  fears. 
And  go  rejoicing  to  our  rest 

203.     S.  M.    Beddome. 
Faith,  its  Author  and  Preciousness.     Eph.  ii.  8 

FAITH  ! — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 
Where'er  it  is  bestow 'd  ; 
It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 
And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  a  King, 
An  all-atoning  Priest : 

It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 
When  fill'd  with  deep  distress ; 

Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 


GOSPEL  grace.  204,  205 

4      Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 
And  that  divinely  free  ; 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  work  this  faith  in  me! 

201.     C.  M.    Watts. 
Love  to  God.     1  Cor.  xiii.  13. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast: 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas!  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear. 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  swift  obedience  move, 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease, 
Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode. 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  see  our  smiling  Cod. 

205.     L.  M.     Watls. 
Love  arid  Hatred.     Phil.  ii.  2.   Eph.  iv.  30—32. 
rOW  bv  the  bowels  of  my  God, 


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His  sharp  distress,  his  sore  complaints, 
By  his  last  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 
Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  ; 
So  Cod  forgives  our  numerous  faults. 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  his  Son. 


L 


206,  207,  208  gospel  grace. 

206.     7s.     Ripporis  Selection. 
A  Prayer  for  Humility. 
ORD,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart — 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 
I  shall,  as  my  Master,  be 
Rooted  in  humility. 

2  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Chang'd  into  a  little  child  ; 
Pleas'd  with  all  the  Lord  provides ; 
Wean'd  from  all  the  world  besides. 

3  Father,  fix  my  soul  on  thee ; 
Every  evil  let  me  flee  ; 
Nothing  want,  beneath,  above, — 
Happy  in  thy  precious  love. 

4  O,  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Jesus  join'd  ! 
Him  let  Israel  still  adore, 
Trust  Him,  praise  Him  evermore. 

207.     CM.    Watts. 
Humility  and  Submission. 

IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  see  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lerd,  I  appeal  to  thee ! 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still. 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind. 

Shall  have  a  large  reward : 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd, 
And  trust  a  faithful  God. 

208.     S.  M.     Doddridge. 
Salvation  by  Grace.    Eph.  ii.  5. 
RACE !  'tis  a  charming  sound ! 
Harmonious  to  the  ear! 


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GOSPEI>   GRACE.  209 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  first  inscrib'd  my  name 

In  God's  eternal  book ; 
'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  all  my  sorrows  took. 

4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

5  Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 

And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow ; 
'Twas  grace  that  kept  me  to  this  day, 
And  will  not  let  me  go. 

6  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

209.     C.  M.     Covyper. 
Salvation  by  Grace  alone. 

AMAZING  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound, 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 
I  once  was  lost  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 


210  GOSfEL  GRACE. 

4  The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  to  me. 

His  word  my  hope  secures, 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  world  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine, 
But  God,  who  call'd  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 


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210.     L.  M.     Altered. 

By  Grace  ye  are  saved.     Eph.  ii.  5. 

RACE !  'tis  a  most  delightful  theme ; 
'Tis  grace  that  rescues  guilty  men ; 
'Tis  grace  divine!  all-conquering,  free! 
Or  it  had  never  rescu'd  me. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  quicken'd  me  when  dead, 
And  grace  my  soul  to  Jesus  led ; 

Grace  brought  me  pardon  for  my  sin, 
And  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 

3  'Tis  grace  that  sweetens  every  cross, 
And  grace  supports  in  every  loss ; 

Jn  Jesus'  grace  my  soul  is  strong ; 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  grace  my  song. 

4  'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger 's  near ; 
By  grace  alone  I  persevere ; 

Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love, 
And  grace  will  bear  me  safe  above. 

5  Of  grace,  free  grace  alone,  1  boast, 
And  'tis  in  grace,  alone,  I  trust ; 
And  when  I  rise  to  heaven,  my  home, 
I  '11  •".hout  free  grace !  free  grace  alone ! 


GOSPEL   GRACE.  211,212,213 

211.  C.  M.    Watts. 
A  blessed  Gospel. 

BLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  Gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  hear  their  spirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence. 

Strength  and  salvation  gives; 
Jesus,  our  King,  for  ever  reigns, 
Our  God  for  ever  lives. 

212.  CM.    Watts. 

Saints  in  the  hand  of  Christ.     John  x.  28  29 

FIRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust;; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honour  is  engag'd  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep; 
All  that  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell,  shall  e'er  remove 

His  favourites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love 
They  must  for  ever  rest. 

213.     S.  M.     Daniel. 
The  Church  Secure  in  Christ. 
fllHE  time  will  surely  come, 
A    When  all  the  iansom'd  race, 
With  angels  shall  go  shouting  home, 
To  meet  their  Saviour's  lace. 


214,215  GOSPEL   GRACE. 

2  The  church  of  God  on  earth, 
As  well  as  those  above, 

Are  shelter'd  from  the  storms  of  wrath, 
In  robes  of  dying  love. . 

3  No  trials  that  they  meet 
Shall  rob  them  of  their  rest ; 

For  Jesus  makes  them  all  complete, 
In  his  own  righteousness. 

4  All  hail,  thou  conqu'ring  King! 
Come  quickly  from  above  ; 

And  all  thy  chosen  race  shall  sing 
Thy  free  redeeming  love. 

214.  C.  M.      Watts. 

Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  of  grace. 

OUR  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands, 
E'en  when  he  hides  his  face ! 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 

2  Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 

Since  Christ  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  samus, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  his  smiles  my  heart  has  liv'd, 

And  part  of  heaven  possess'd  ; 
I  praise  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 

215.  L.  M.  Watts. 

God's  covenant  and  promise  sure,     Heb.  vi.  17 — 19 

HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God  ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 
2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace  ; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  all  heaven  with  endlees  praise. 


GOSPEL  GRACE.  216,21' 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 
My  sord  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  Gospel  bears  my  spirits  up  ; 
A  failhful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  ana  blood. 

216.     S.  M.     Slenjiell. 

Christ's  Sympathy. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see ; 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there 's  no  weeping  there. 

217.    CM.     Watts. 

Salvation. 

SALVATION  !— O,  the  joyful  sound 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears : 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound. 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin. 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heaveidy  day. 

3  Salvation ! — let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


218,  219,  220  gospel  grace. 

218.     S.  M.     Cowper. 
Dependence. 

TO  keep  the  lamp  alive, 
With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl ; 
'Tis  water  makes  the  willow  thrive, 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 

2  The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 
Supplies  the  living  stream  ; 

It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 
But  still  derived  from  him. 

3  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 
And  in  his  grace  confide  ; 

This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  yor.r  works  beside. 

219.     L.  M.     Wads. 

Grace. 

f^i  RACE  ! — 'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
VJT  My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name ; 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound, 
Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

2  O,  may  I  reach  that  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face, 
There  all  his  beauties  to  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

220.     7's.    Cowper 
By  grace  ye.  are  saved.     Eph.  li.  5. 

GRACE  triumphant  on  the  throne, 
Scorns  a  rival,  reigns  alone: 
Come,  and  bow  beneath  her  sway, 
Cast  your  idol- works  away. 

2  But  the  boasting  heart  replies, 
'  What !  the  worthy  and  the  wise, 
'Friends  to  temperance  and  peace, 
'  Have  not  the?e  a  risrhf^ousnes's  V 


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GOSPEL   GRACE.  221,  222 

3  Banish  every  vain  pretence, 
Built  on  human  excellence; 
Perish  every  thing  in  man, 
But  the  grace  that  never  can 

221.     7's.    Altered. 

Love  (f  Jesus. 

OVE  divine,  how  sweet  the  sound ! 
May  the  theme  on  earth  abound  ; 
May  the  hearts  of  saints  below, 
With  the  sacred  rapture  glow  ! 

2  Love  amazing !  large  and  free, 
Love  unknown,  to  think  on  me  ! 
Jesus!  of  thy  love  possess'd, 

I  am  now,  and  shall  be  blest. 

3  Better  than  this  life  of  mine, 
Saviour,  is  thy  love  divine  ; 
Drop  the  veil  and  let  me  see 
Oceans  of  this  love  in  thee. 

222.     C.  M.    Newton. 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God..    Col.  iii.  3. 

REJOICE,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 
Who  makes  your  cause  his  own ; 
The  hope  that 's  built  upon  his  word 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Though  many  foes  beset  your  road. 

And  feeble  is  your  arm ; 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or  fainting  shall  not  die  ; 
Jesus,  the  strength  of  every  saint, 
Shall  aid  you  from  on  high. 

4  Though  sometimes  unperceiv'd  by  sense, 

Faith  sees  him  always  near, 
A  guide,  a  glory,  a  defence, 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear  ? 


223,  224  gosit.l  grace. 

5  As  surely  as  he  overcame, 

And  friumph'd  once  for  you  ; 
So  surely  you  that  love  his  name, 
Shall  triumph  in  him  too. 

223.     7s.     Altered. 
Gratitude  for  Converting  Grace. 

AFTER  all  that  I  have  done, 
Saviour,  art  thou  pacified  ? 
How  shall  I  thy  love  make  known  ? 
How  abase  my  sin  and  pride  ? 

2  Let  me  sink  beneath  the  dust, 
Full  of  holy  shame  adore ! 
Jesus  Christ,  the  good,  the  just, 
Bids  me  go  and  sin  no  more. 

3  O  confirm  the  gracious  word, 
Jesus,  Son  of  God  and  man, 
Let  me  never  grieve  thee,  Lord, 
Never  turn  to  sin  again. 

4  Keep  my  feeble,  trembling  heart ; 
Cleanse  me,  Lord,  from  every  stain ; 
Jesus,  thou  my  Saviour  art, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 

5  Guide  me  all  my  journey  through, 
Bring  me  to  thy  blest  abode ; 

Aid  me  all  thy  will  to  do — 
Let  me  lose  myself  in  God. 

224.     CM.     Relief  Hymns. 
The  Lord's  Call  to  his  Children 

LET  us  adore  the  grace  that  seeks 
To  draw  our  hearts  above  ! 
Attend,  'tis  God  the  Saviour  speaks, 
And  every  word  is  love. 

2  "Come  forth,"  he  says,  "no. more  pursue 
The  path  that  leads  to  death; 
Look  up,  a  bleeding  Saviour  view 
Look,  and  be  sav'd  by  faith." 


GOSrEL  GRACE.  825,  22G 

3  Lord,  speak  these  words  to  every  heart, 
By  thy  almighty  voice  ; 
That  we  may  all  from  sin  depart, 
And  make  thy  ways  our  choice. 

225.     CM.     Relief  Hymns. 
The  Weary  and  Heavy-laden  Invited. 

COME  unto  me,  all  ye  who  groan, 
With  guilt  and  fear  opprest ; 
Resign  to  me  the  willing  heart, 
And  I  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Take  up  my  yoke,  and  learn  of  me 

The  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
And  thus  your  weary,  troubled  souls, 
Repose  and  peace' shall  find. 

3  For,  light  and  gentle  is  my  yoke  ; 

The  burden  I  impose 
Shall  ease  the  heart  which  groan'd  before 
Beneath  a  load  of  woes. 

22G.     P.  M.     Altered. 
God  Invoiced. — Sinners  Invited. 

COME,  Lord,  from  above, 
The  mountains  remove ; 
Overturn  all  that  hinders 
The  course  of  thy  love. 

2  My  bosom  inspire, 
Enkindle  the  fire, 

And  wrap  my  whole  soul 
In  the  flames  of  desire. 

3  Where  sin  did  abound, — 
How  blissful  the  sound ! — 

There  grace  and  salvation 
Much  more  shall  abound. 

4  O  sinners,  believe, 
And  you  shall  receive, 

For  Jesus  is  ready, 
And  willing  to  give. 


227,  228  gospel  ministry. 


GOSPEL  MINISTRY. 

227.    CM. 
At  the  Opening  of  Public  Worship. 

ALMIGHTY  Spirit!  O  impart 
The  power  to  preach  thy  word ! 
Soiien  to  flesh  the  stony  heart, 
And  show  thyself  the  Lord. 

2  Disclose  the  suffering  Son  of  God 

Nail'd  to  the  cross  of  woe, 
Bleeding  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 
And  make  our  sorrows  flow. 

3  Saviour  of  men !  thy  love  extends 

Wide  as  thy  suffering  pain  ; 
In  all  thy  conquering  power  descend, 
With  love  our  hearts  inflame. 

4  Work  in  us  both  to  will  and  do, 

And  all  our  feelings  sway ; 
That  we  may  work,  with  trembling  too 
Lest  we  be  cast  away. 

5  Lift  up  our  souls  above  the  earth 

And  all  its  trifling  toys; 
Diffuse  through  every  breast  the  faith 
That  guilt  and  shame  destroys. 

228.     S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Ministerial  Responsibility. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify, 
A  soul  immortal  to  be  sav'd, 
And  fitted  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
O  may  A.  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 


GOSPEL  MINISTRY.  229,  230 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  O  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
The  strict  account  to  give. 

229.    CM.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Before  Preaching. 

ALMIGHTY  Saviour!  Son  of  God, 
Thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 
The  great  effectual  door." 

2  Gather  the  outcasts  in,  and  save 

From  sin  and  Satan's  power ; 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  souls !  thou  knowest  to  prize 

What  thou  hast  bought  so  dear; 
Come,  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eyes 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear. 

4  Appear,  as  when  of  old  confest 

The  suffering  Son  of  God ; 
And  let  them  see  thee  in  thy  vest 
But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 

5  The  hardness  from  our  hearts  remove, 

Thou,  who  for  sinners  died  ; 
Show  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  hands,  thy  feet,  thy  side. 

6  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  t'  apply, 

And  prove  the  record  true ; 
And  all  thy  wounds  to  sinners  cry, 
"  I  suffer'd  this  for  you." 

230.    L.  M.    Newton. 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

COME,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wounded,  and  dead,  and  bath'd  in  blood 
Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near, 
The  spring  of  endless  life  is  there. 

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231,232  GOSPEL   MINISTRY. 

2  Here  I  forget  ray  cares  and  pains ; 
I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains ; 
Only  the  fountain-head  above 
Can  fully  quench  the  thirst  of  love. 

231.  C.  M.     Wesley's  Coll. 

Jesus. 

JESUS,  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 
The  name  to  sinners  given ; 
It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear, 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

2  Jesus  the  prisoner's  fetters  breaks, 

And  bruises  Satan's  head ; 
Power  into  helpless  souls  it  speaks, 
And  life  into  the  dead. 

3  O  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
All  willing  souls  embrace. 

4  His  only  righteousness  I  know, 

His  saving  truth  proclaim  ; 

'Tis  all  my  business  here  below, 

To  cry,  behold  the  Lamb ! 

5  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  gasp  his  name ; 
Preach  him  in  life,  and  then  in  death 
Resign  my  soul  to  Him. 

232.  CM.     Wesley's  CoU. 

The  Desire. 

OTHAT  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
Who  did  my  soul  redeem ; 
Who  gave  his  life  that  I  might  live 
A  life  conceal'd  in  him ! 

2  O  that  I  could  the  blessing  prove, 
My  heart's  extreme  desire  ; 
Live»happv  in  my  Saviour's  love 
And  in  his  arms  expire ! 


GOSPEL  iAinistry.  233,  234 

233.    7's.    Epis.  Coll. 
Many  shall  seek  to  enter  in,  and  shall  not  be  able. 

SEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
Enter  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  prayer. 

2  God  from  mercy-seat  shall  rise, 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies ; 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say, — I  know  you  not. 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim, 
Lord,  we  have  profess'd  thy  name  ; 
We  have  eat  with  thee,  and  heard 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word. 

4  Vain,  alas !  will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity  ; 

Sad  their  everlasting  lot — 
Christ  will  say, — I  know  you  not 

234.    C.  M.     Wesley's  Coll. 
Prayer  to  be  profited  by  the  Word. 

COME,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord, 
Thy  power  to  us  make  known ; 
Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

2  O  that  we  all  might  now  begin 

Our  foolishness  to  mourn ; 
And  turn  at  once  from  every  sin, 
And  to  the  Saviour  turn. 

3  Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know, 

In  this  our  gracious  day ; 

Repentance  unto  life  bestow, 

And  take  our  guilt  away. 

4  Impoverish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor ; 
The  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give. 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 


235,236  GOSPEL  MINISTRY 

235.    S.M.    Watts. 
Before  Sermon. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  fornTd  us  by  his  word. 

3  To-day  attend  his  voice 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

4  Let  not  your  heart  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 

Lest,  like  the  unbelieving  Jews, 

You  meet  his  frowning  face. 

236.     CM.     Wesley's  CM. 
Christian  Fellowship. 

JESUS,  united  by  thy  grace, 
And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
We  humbly  come  to  seek  thy  face, 
O  may  our  prayer  be  heard. 

2  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 

And  bear  thy  easy  yoke  ; 
A  band  of  love,  a  three-fold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  All  made  into  one  Spirit  drink, 

Baptiz'd  into  thy  name — 
O  make  us  always  kindly  think, 
And  sweetly  speak  the  same. 

4  To  thee  inseparably  join'd, 

Let  all  our  spirits  cleave  ; 
And  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  Christ  receive. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  237,238 

5  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below, 
In  thy  own  time  remove  ; 
To  thy  dear  bosom  let  us  go, 
Made  perfect  in  thy  love. 

237.  CM.    Wesley's  Coll. 
The  healing  Name  of  Jesus. 

LO!  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Thy  promis'd  aid  to  claim ; 
Father  of  mercies,  glorify 
Jesus  that  favourite  name. 

2  Salvation  in  that  name  is  found, 
Balm  of  my  grief  and  care  ; 
A  healing  cure  for  every  wound, 
All  that  I  want  is  there. 

238.  C.  M.     Wesley's  Coll. 
Prayer  for  mutual  Assistance. 

TRY  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground 
Of  every  sinful  heart ; 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless  ; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace. 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  cross  to  bear  ; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  And,  when  the  blessed  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride ; — 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  sanctified. 


39,  240,  241  gospel  ministry. 

239.    L.M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Be  ye  reconciled  to  God. 

GOD,  the  offended  God,  most  High, 
Ambassadors  to  rebels  sends  ; 
His  messengers  his  place  supply, 
And  Jesus  begs  us  to  be  friends. 

2  You  in  the  stead  of  Christ  they  pray, 
You  in  the  stead  of  God  entreat; 
O  cast  your  arms,  your  sins  away, 
And  find  forgiveness  at  his  feet. 

240.     L.  M.     Watts. 
The  descent  of  the  Spirit  on  the  Disciples 

GREAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great. 
When  the  devout  disciples  met, 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  He  arm'd  and  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north ; — 
Bold  to  assert  the  Saviour's  cause, 

And  spread  his  doctrine  and  his  laws. 

3  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are ! 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low. 

4  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heavenly  arms  subdued. 
And  willing  captives  to  their  Lord, 
Display  the  triumphs  of  his  word. 

5  Still  wider  may  thy  triumphs  spread, 
Till  all  shall  own  our  glorious  Head ; 
Obey  the  precepts  thou  hast  given, 
And  thus  be  led  to  God  and  heaven. 


T 


241.    CM.    Relief  Hymns. 
Christian  Unity. 
O  dwell  in  unity  and  love, 
Becomes  the  heirs  of  grace; 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  242.  243 

The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  join 
Them  in  the  bonds  of  peace. 

2  One  body  we,  one  spirit  too, 

One  hope  our  calling  gives ; 
The  hope  of  heaven  each  saint  partakes, 
And  by  this  hope  he  lives. 

3  In  one  baptismal  rite  we  share, 

The  faith  we  hold  is  one  ; 
One  Lord  is  King  of  all  the  earth, 
Even  Jesus  on  his  throne. 

4  One  God  of  all,  Father  of  all, 

Exalted  all  above ; 
Who  by  his  power  rules  over  all, 
And  in  us  all  by  love. 

5  However  various  are  our  gifts, 

The  end  is  still  the  same  ; 
The  good  of  all,  the  Author  seeks, — 
And  blessed  be  his  name. 

242.  CM.    Relief  Hymns. 
Living  and  Dying  to  Christ. 

JESUS,  to  whom  we  now  belong, 
Thy  sovereign  claim  assert ; 
To  thee  we  owe  the  grateful  song, 
To  thee  the  loving  heart. 

2  Jesus,  thy  own  e'en  now  receive, 
Fulfil  our  heart's  desire  ; 
O  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 
And  in  thy  cause  expire. 

243.  L.  M.    Relief  Hymns. 
The  Preaching  of  Jesus. 

HOW  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel  sound, 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace ! 
When  listening  thousands  gather'd  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  fill'd  the  place. 


244,  245  gospel  ministry. 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way, — 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest : —     „ 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, — 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

244.    CM.     Relief  Hymns. 
Divine  Help  implored. 

HELP  us,  O  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 
Thy  timely  succour  give ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  O  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
Lord,  help  us  still  the  more. 

3  O  help  us  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  O  help  us,  Father,  from  on  high, — 

We  know  no  help  but  thee  ; 
O!  help  us  so  to  live  and  die. 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be. 

245.     C.  M.     Presbyterian  Standard. 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

SINNERS,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 
Who  takes  away  our  guilt ; 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

2  He  came  to  take  the  sinner's  place, 
And  ransom  as  with  blood  ; 
Let  Adam's  guilty,  ruin'd  race, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  246,  247 

3  Sinners,  to  Jesus  now  draw  near, 

Invited  by  his  word, — 
The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

4  Spirit  of  grace,  to  us  apply 

Immanuel's  precious  blood , 
That  we  may  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

246.     L.  M.     Pres.  Standard. 
Jesus,  the  True  Light. 

LIGHT  of  our  souls !  thyself  reveal ; 
Thy  power  and  presence  let  us  feel, 
And  know,  and  see  the  wondrous  things 
Conceal'd  from  prophets,  priests,  and  kings. 

2  Shine  in  our  hearts,  in  mercy  shine, 
To  give  the  light  of  truth  divine ; 
Shine,  Jesus,  still,  from  day  to  day, 
Till  all  that 's  dark  be  done  away. 

247.    C.M. 
Sinners  solemnly  called. 

ETERNITY,  with  all  its  years, 
Hangs  on  this  point  of  time ; 
Awake  !  our  hopes, — awake  !  our  fears, 
Our  hearts  to  God  incline. 

2  Sinners,  attend  the  voice  from  heaven, 

The  moment  is  at  hand ; — 
He  that  believes  shall  be  forgiven,— 
He  that  rejects — be  damn'd. 

3  Breathe,  sacred  Spirit,  make  us  feel 

Our  guilt  a  heavy  load  ; 
Wound,  and  apply  the  balm  to  heal, 
Balm  of  the  Saviour's  blood. 

4  Wake !  every  slumbering  soul,  awake  ! 

Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come ! 
Almighty  God,  the  nations  shake ! 
Shake  Satan's  kingdom  down ! 
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248,249  gospel  ministry. 

248.    C.  M.    Epis.  Coll. 
Lord's  Day  Worship. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  has  made, 
Let  young  and  old  rejoice  ; 
To  Him  be  vows  and  homage  paid, 
Whose  service  is  our  choice. 

2  This  is  the  temple  of  the  Lord  ; 

How  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
With  meekness  let  us  hear  his  word, 
With  rev'rence  seek  his  face. 

3  The  homage  that  the  Lord  requires 

Of  us,  is  praise  and  prayer, 
The  soul's  affections,  hopes,  desires, 
Ourselves  and  all  we  are. 

4  While  rich  and  poor  for  mercy  call, 

Propitious  from  the  skies, 
The  Lord,  the  Maker  of  them  all, 
Accepts  the  sacrifice. 

5  Well  pleas'd  through  Jesus  Christ  his  Son, 

From  sin  he  grants  release  ; 
According  to  their  faith  'tis  done  ; — 
He  bids  them  go  in  peace. 

249.     CM.     Relief  Hymns. 
After  Sermon. 

ALMIGHTY  God !  thy  word  is  cast 
Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  thee  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove ; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy ; 
But  let  it  yield  a  hundred-fold, 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  250,251 

4  Nor  let  thy  word,  in  mercy  sent 

To  raise  us  to  thy  throne, 

Return  to  thee,  and  sadly  tell 

That  we  reject  thy  Son. 

5  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow  ; 
That  all  whose  souls  the  truth  receive, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 

250.  L.  M.     Pre*.  Standard. 

Final  Decision. 

BEFORE  the  great  Jehovah's  bar, 
Soon  must  assembled  worlds  appear, 
And  every  deed,  and  word,  and  thought, 
Shall  into  judgment  then  be  brought. 

2  Then  all  shall  hear  their  righteous  doom, 
Of  wrath  or  endless  joys  to  come, 
And  each  receive  his  just  reward, 
Of  bliss,  or  vengeance,  from  the  Lord. 

251.  CM.    Relief  Hymns. 
The  Lord's  day,  and  its  ordinances. 

WITH  Mary's  love,  witni  ut  her  fear, 
Come,  let  us  haste  to  pay 
Our  early  visit  to  the  tomb, 
Where  our  Redeemer  lay. 

2  The  grave  cannot  our  dust  retain, 

The  stone  is  roll'd  away  ; 
Well  may  we  now  our  flesh  resign 
To  rest  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  We  welcome  in  the  joyful  morn, 

Which  bears  the  Saviour's  name, 
When  from  the  dark  abode  of  death 
The  Lord  triumphant  came. 

4  "  Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all," 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongues, 
And  full,  and  free  salvation  be 
The  burden  of  our  songs. 


252,253,254  gospel  ministry. 

252.     CM.     Walts. 
The  Immortal  Soul  committed  to  Jesus. 

MAN  has  a  soul  that  never  dies ; 
And  once  it  leaves  the  clay, 
Ye  thoughts  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

2  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts  triumphant  there  ; 
Or  devils  drag  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair. 

3  And  must  this  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  my  soul  remove  ? 
O  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above. 

4  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hands 

My  naked  soul  I  trust  ; 
And  here  my  body  waiting  stands 
To  drop  into  its  dust. 

253.     C.  M.     95///  Psalm. 
Before  Scrmoji. 

COME,  let  us  worship  and  bow  down 
Before  our  Maker's  face  ; 
Come,  let  us  kneel  before  his  throne, 
His  peaceful  throne  of  grace. 

2  We  are  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  of  his  flock  a  part ; 
To-day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
O  harden  not  your  heart ! 

3  They  who  despise  the  offer'd  grace, 

And  spurn  it  from  their  breast, 
Shall  never  see  my  smiling  face, 
Nor  enter  into  rest. 

254.    CM. 
The  Lamentation  over  Jerusalem. 

JERUSALEM,  O  hadst  thou  known, 
In  this  thy  day  of  grace, 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  255,  256 

The  things  that  to  thy  peace  belong, 
And  sought  the  Saviour's  face ! 

2  Hadst  thou  o'er  all  thy  follies  griev'd, 

Embrac'd  the  heavenly  word, 
And  in  Messiah  hadst  believ'd, 
The  Only  Son  of  God  ;— 

3  Then  over  thee  I  had  not  wept, 

These  tears  had  been  restrain'd, 
And  then  releas'd  from  conscious  guilt, 
Thou  hadst  in  peace  reinain'd. 

4  But  now,  alas !  those  glorious  things 

Are  from  thine  eyes  conceal'd  ; 
Conceal'd  from  Priests,  and  haughty  Kings, 
And  unto  babes  reveal'd. 

5  Saviour,  to  thee  my  heart  incline, 

In  this  my  gracious  day  ; 
To  thee  I  all  my  powers  resign, 
Would  all  thy  will  obey. 

255.  CM. 
Come  to  Christ  Now. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  Saviour  come, 
Nor  longer  dare  delay  ; 
His  word  declares  there  yet  is  room, 
Why  will  you  lingering  stay  ? 
2  Haste,  sinners  !  to  the  Saviour  flee, 
How  dare  you  longer  wait ! 
Now  is  the  time,  or — it  may  be 
Eternally  too  late. 

256.  L.M. 

Spread  of  the  Gospel. 

AUTHOR  and  object  of  our  faith, 
Look  down  from  thy  resplendent  throne, 
Scatter  the  shades  of  moral  death, 
And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 
2  Look,  and  the  idol  gods  confound ; 

Breath  of  the  Lord,  salvation  bring; 
Speak,  and  the  listening  world  around, 
Shall  yield  to  thee,  their  Sovereign  King. 


I  258  GOSPEL    MINISTRY. 

3  Arise !  thou  brilliant  sun,  arise ! 
Diffuse  abroad  thy  cheering  ray  ; 
Pour  light  divine  on  heathen  eyes, 
And  guide  them  to  the  realms  of  day. 

257.     C.  M.     Cowper. 
Walking  wiih  God,  Gen.  v.  24. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  1  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

258.    CM. 
Prayer  for  Mourners. 

IS  there  a  trembling  mourner  here  ? 
Lord,  do  not  say— depart! 
But  wipe  away  the  falling  tear, 
Bind  up  the  broken  heart. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  259,  26G 

i  Thy  blood  the  sacred  balm  for  sin, 
The  great  Physician  thou ; 
Unbar  our  bosoms,  enter  in ; 
O  Jesus,  enter  novo. 

3  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  time, 
The  day  of  grace  is  now  ; 
Enfeebled  age,  and  youthful  prime, 
To  Christ  the  SaAnour  bow. 

259.  CM. 
Despairing  Sinners  encouraged. 

THE  vilest  of  the  human  race, 
Who  yet  is  out  of  hell, 
May,  if  he  will,  be  sav'd  by  grace, 
And  feel  the  Spirit's  seal. 

2  Despairing  sinner,  lift  thine  eyes 

To  yonder  cross,  and  see, — 
See !  where  the  Prince  of  Glory  dies, 
And  dies,  my  soul,  for  thee  ! 

3  Ah !  mourner,  he  has  died  for  thee, 

And  borne  thy  guilty  load ! 

Now  make  the  effort  to  be  free, 

Yield  up  thy  heart  to  God. 

260.  C.  M. 
The  Power  of  Faith. 

O  SINNERS,  to  the  Saviour  go! 
Pour  forth  your  ardent  cries  ; 
Let  streams  of  sacred  sorrow  flow 
From  all  your  weeping  eyes. 

2  Your  sins  have  made  the  Saviour  bleed, 

Have  pierc'd  his  wounded  side  ; 
Have  crovvn'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head ; 
For  you  he  bled  and  died. 

3  'Tis  sin  that  to  destruction  leads, 

With  poison  strews  the  path  ; 
Now  lift  to  Christ  your  guilty  heads, 
And  conquer  sin  by  faith. 


261,  262  GOSPEL  MINISTRY. 

4  He  that  in  Christ  the  Lord  believes, 

Shall  sin  and  hell  outdo  ; 
Who  Christ  the  conqueror  receives, 
Shall  be  a  conqueror  too. 

5  Faith  in  his  name  the  dead  awakes, 

And  makes  the  slothful  move ; 
'Tis  faith  that  Satan's  kingdom  shakes, 
The  faith  that  works  by  love. 

6  Arise !  believer,  from  the  earth, 

The  conquering  shield  put  on ; 

Display  the  power  of  living  iaith, — 

March  on  and  take  the  crown. 

261.  L.M. 
Invitation  to  Sinners. 

COME,  sinners,  to  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
Receive  salvation  in  his  name  ; 
No  longer  stay  from  his  embrace, 
Whose  heart  o'erflows  with  boundless  grace 

2  O'er  a  lost  world  his  bowels  roll, 
He  smiles  on  every  contrite  soul ; 
And  yielding  sinners  shall  receive, 
All  that  a  pardoning  God  can  give. 

262.  S.  M. 
Invitation  to  receive  Prayer. 

TO  you,  O  men,  I  call, 
To  each  and  every  one  ; 
The  gospel  message  is  to  all ; 
Whoever  will,  may  come. 

2  Sinners  in  unbelief, 

I  call  you  to  believe  ; 
Let  sobs  of  penitential  grief 
Your  every  bosom  heave. 

3  Come,  kneel  before  his  throne, 

Who  in  Gethsemane 
Sustain'u  the  agony  alone, 
And  knelt  and  pray'd  for  thee. 


GOSPEL  MINISTRY.  263,  264 

4  Let  all  who  wish  to  feel, 

Now  to  his  altar  come, 
And  there  in  humble  posture  kneel, 
And  wait  before  his  throne. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

In  this  propitious  hour, 
And  melt  our  frozen  bosoms  down, 
By  thy  almighty  power. 

6  The  fear  of  man  remove, 

By  thy  resistless  grace ; 
Let  mourners  see  the  Father's  love, 
Beam  in  the  Saviour's  face. 

263.     S.  M.     Montgomery. 
Eternal  Life  and  Death. 

THE  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  I  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

2  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

3  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death ! 

4  O  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 
Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

264.    7's.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Sinners  pointed  to  Christ. 

SEE,  ye  sinners,  see !  the  flame, 
Rising  from  the  slaughter'd  Lamb, 
Marks  the  new,  the  living  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 


266,266  GOSPEL   MINISTRY. 

2  Jesus,  when  this  light  we  see, 
All  our  soul 's  athirst  for  thee ; 
When  thy  quick'ning  power  we  prove, 
All  our  heart  dissolves  in  love. 

3  Boundless  wisdom,  power  divine, 
Love  unspeakable,  are  thine  ; 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heaven ! 


B 


265.     CM.     Psalm  c.     Walts. 
Praise  to  the  Creator. 
EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 


Ye  nations  bow  w  ith  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
MaJe  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 

And  when,  like  wTandering  sheep,  we  stray 'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 

Firm,  as  a  rock,  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

266.     CM.    Hart. 
Salvation  by  Christ  alone. 

THE  law  still  curses  those  who  break 
One  precept  e'er  so  small ; 
And  where  's  the  man,  in  thought  or  deed, 
That  has  not  broken  all  ? 
2  Fly,  then,  aw'aken'd  sinner,  fly ! 
Your  case  admits  no  stay  ; 
The  fountain  's  open'd  nowr  for  sin, 
Come,  wash  your  guilt  away. 


GOSPEL  MINISTRY.  267,  268 

3  Behold,  from  Jesus'  wounded  side, 

The  water  flows  and  blood  ! 
If  you  but  touch  that  purple  tide, 
You  make  your  peace  with  God. 

4  By  faith,  alone,  in  Jesus'  wounds, 

The  sinner  gets  release  ; 
No  other  sacrifice  for  sin 
Will  God  accept  but  this. 

267.     CM.    Doddridge. 
Lovest  thou  me  ?  Feed  my  Lambs. 

DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see, 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Thou  knowest  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord, 

But,  O  !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

268.    6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  8.     Toplady. 
The  Jubilee.    Lev.  xxv.  9 — 17. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 


269  GOSPEL  MINISTRY. 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Through  all  the  world  proclaim : 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live ; 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face ; 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad ! 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

269.    L.  M.     Watts. 

The  gospel  commission.     Mark  xiii.  15. 

'£^i  O,  preach  my  gospel,'  saith  the  Lord, 
VJT  '  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
'  He  shall  be  sav'd  that  trusts  my  word, 
'  He  shall  be  damn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  *  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 
'I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end; 
'  All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 

4  I  can  destroy  and  I  defend.' 

3  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head, — 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode  ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  270,271.279 

270.  L.  M.     Newton. 

Casting  the  Gospel-net.     Luke  v.  5.    John  xxi.  6. 

NOW,  while  the  gospel-net  is  cast, 
Do  thou,  O  Lord,  the  effort  own ; 
From  numerous  disappointments  past, 
Teach  us  to  hope  in  thee  alone. 

2  May  this  be  a  much-favour'd  hour 
To  souls  in  Satan's  bondage  led  ; 

O  clothe  thy  word  with  sovereign  power, 
To  break  the  rocks,  and  raise  the  dead. 

3  To  mourners  speak  a  cheering  word, 
On  seeking  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine  ,- 
Let  poor  backsliders  be  restor'd, 
And  all  thy  saints  in  praises  join. 

271.  S.M.     Newton. 
Desiring  spiritual  food. 

HUNGRY,  and  faint,  and  poor, 
Behold  us,  Lord,  again , 
Assembled  at  thy  mercy's  door. 

Thy  bounty  to  obtain. 

Thy  word  invites  us  nigh, 

Or  we  must  starve  indeed  ; 
For  we  no  money  have  to  buy, 

No  righteousness  to  plead. 

The  food  our  spirits  want, 

Thy  hand  alone  can  give ; 
O  hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  and  grant 

That  we  may  eat  and  live ! 

272.     L.  M.     Maclafs  Selection. 
The  bounties  of  Christ,  rich  and  free. 

THE  food  on  which  thy  children  live, 
Great  God,  is  thine  alone  to  give ; 
And  we,  for  grace  receiv'd,  would  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  love  and  praise. 


273,  274,  275  gospel  ministry. 

2  How  vast,  how  sweet,  how  full,  how  free, 
Dear  Jesus  !  thy  rich  treasures  be  ; 

To  the  full  fountain  of  our  joys, 
We  gladly  come  for  fresh  supplies. 

3  For  this  we  wait  upon  thee,  Lord, 
For  this  we  listen  to  thy  word  ; 
Descend,  like  gentle  showers  of  rain. 
Nor  let  our  souls  attend  in  vain. 

273.     C  M.     Newton. 
A  Blessing  requested. 

NOW,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  heart, 
And  teach  his  tongue  to  speak ; — 
Food  to  the  hungry  soul  impart, 
And  cordials  to  the  weak. 

2  Furnish  us  all  with  light  and  powers, 
To  walk  in  wisdom's  ways ; 
So  shall  the  benefit  be  ours, 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 

274.     7's.     Mac-lay's  Selection. 
Another. 

GRACIOUS  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
Give  us  ears  to  hear  thy  word, 
Give  us  hearts  to  love  and  fear, 
Give  us  now  to  find  thee  near. 

2  Let  us  know  and  praise  thee  more, 
Let  us  live  on  mercy's  store ; 
Let  us  sing  our  Saviour's  love, 
Till  we  join  the  saints  above. 

275.    L.  M.    Maclay's  Selection. 
Desiring  a  preparation  to  hear  the  word. 

THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford  ; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word  ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixt  with  what  we  hear. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  276,  2TJ 

2  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal, 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will, 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

276.    CM.    Hart. 
Between  Sermons. 

ONCE  more  we  come  before  our  God  ; 
Once  more  his  blessing  ask  ; 
O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task! 

2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send, 

From  heaven  in  Jesus'  name, 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  To  seek  thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose ; 

To  each  thy  blessing  suit  ; 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows, 
Produce  a  copious  fruit. 

277.     S.  M. 
Divine  Assistance  invoked. 

ASSIST  thy  servant,  Lord, 
The  gospel  to  proclaim ; 
Let  power  and  love  attend  the  word, 
And  every  breast  inflame. 

2  Bid  unbelief  depart, — 

Banish  the  fear  of  man  ; 
Take  full  possession  of  his  heart, 
And  glorify  thy  name. 

3  Make  stubborn  sinners  bend 

To  thy  divine  control  ; 
Constrain  the  wandering  to  attend, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

4  Extend  thy  conquering  arm, 

With  banner  wide  unfurl'd, 
Until  thy  glorious  grace  shall  charm, 
And  harmonize  the  world. 


278,  279,  280  gospel  ministry. 

278.    L.  M.    Watts. 
Holiness  and  Grace.    Titus  ii.  10 — 13. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express, 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad, 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope. 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

279.     C.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
Not  unto  us.     Psalm  cxv.  1 . 

NOT  unto  us,  but  thee  alone, 
Blest  Lamb,  be  glory  given  ; 
Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 
And  carried  on  in  heaven. 

2  Till  we  the  veil  of  flesh  lay  down, 
Accept  our  weaker  lays ; 
And  when  we  reach  thy  Father's  throne 
We  '11  give  thee  nobler  praise. 

280.     CM.    Watts. 
Uniting  in  Worship. 

HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
'  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day !' 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  281,  2St 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown. 

The  hoi/  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  ray  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

281.    L.  M.   Watts. 
The  enjoyment  of  Christ  in  worship. 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire: 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

282.    S.  M.    Stennelt. 
The  Pleasure  of  Social  Worship 

HOW  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crown 'd, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit 
And  smile  on  all  around. 
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286  GOSPEL  MINISTRY. 

4  He  pours  his  kindest  blessings  downr 
Profusely  down,  on  souls  sincere ; 
And  grace  shall  guide,  and  glory  crown. 
The  happy  favourites  of  his  care. 

286.    CM.    Fawcett. 
Religion,  the  one  Thing  NeedfuL 

RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
Of  mortals  here  below; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth. 

Or  aught  tho  world  bestows  ; 
Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd. 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own ! 


5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love. 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin. 

Through  my  remaining  days ; 
And  in  trie  let  each  virtue  shine 
Toiny  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Le*  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire; 

Let  warm  affections  rise ; 
And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY.  287,288 

287.    CM.    Watts. 
Reverential  Worship. 

WITH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 
And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
Ana  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine ! 
Where  is  the  power  that  vies  with  thee, 
Or  truth  compar'd  to  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern,  rest 

On  thy  supporung  hand  ; 
Darkness  and  da'    from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy,  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

288.    CM. 
Psalm  xlv.  3. 

EXTEND  thy  conquests  far  and  wide, 
Thou  glorious  King  of  kings ! 
Gird  on  thy  sword,  majestic  ride 
O'er  all  inferior  things. 

2  From  north  to  south,  from  east  to  west, 

Send  forth  thy  conquering  sword; 
Command  a  trembling  world  to  rest 
On  thy  all-powerful  word. 

3  Let  Asia's  idols  fall  before 

The  sovereign  ark  of  God 5 
Let  Europe  bow,  thy  name  adore, 
And  feel  the  Saviour's  blood .— 


889,  290  GOSPEL   MINISTRY. 

4  Columbia,  with  ten  thousand  tongues, 

Proclaim  thy  grace  abroad ; 

And  Afric's  sable  sons,  in  songs, 

Thy  boundless  love  record. 

5  Let  white,  and  red,  and  black,  combine, 

One  general  song  to  raise, 
'  And  heaven  and  earth  the  chorus  join, 
'  And  shout  thine  endless  praise.' 

289.  L.  M.    Medley. 

And  he  went  forth  conquering,  &c.     Rev.  vi.  2 

GO  forth,  thou  mighty  Conqueror,  go 
In  all  the  glories  of  thy  power ! 
And  make  rebellious  sinners  know 
Thy  great  salvation,  and  adore. 

2  Far,  e'en  to  earth's  remotest  bound, 

Be,  Lord,  thy  glorious  victories  spread  ; 
Till  millions,  by  the  joyful  sound, 
In  sweet  captivity  are  led. 

3  Hasten  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 

When  thou  in  triumph  shalt  appear, 
Thy  full  salvation  to  display 
On  all  whom  thou  hast  conquer'd  here. 

4  Among  them,  Lord,  may  we  be  found, 

Subdu'd  by  love  and  power  divine ; 
Then,  with  celestial  glories  crown'd, 
We  shall  with  thee  tor  ever  shine. 

290.  CM.    Altered. 

The  Universal  Triumph  of  the  Gospel. 
ORD,  smile  on  each  divine  attempt 


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To  spread  the  gospel's  rays ; 
And  build  on  sin's  demo'ish'd  throne, 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 
2  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 
Arm'd  with  the  Spirit's  power  ; 
Till  thousands  shall' confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 


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GOSPEL  MINISTRY.  291,  292 

291.  S.  M.    W.  &B. 
For  the  coming  of  Christ's  Kingdom.    Psalm  lxvii.  1 — 5 

10  bless  the  chosen  race, 
In  mercy,  Lord,  incline, 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face, 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shine. 

That  so  thy  wondrous  way, 
May  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
While  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 

Let  different  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy  fame ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

O  let  them  shout  and  sing, 
Dissolv'd  in  pious  mirth, 
For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

292.  L.  M.    Beddome. 
The  Increase  of  the  Church. 

HOUT,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns ! 
Thro'  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread  ; 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 

2  His  sons  and  daughters,  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sovereign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  O  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 
And  every  foe  his  power  subdue ; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  show. 

4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 


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293,294  gospel  ministry. 

293.    S.  M.     Watts. 
The  blessedness  of  Gospel  limes.     Isa.  v.  2.  7—10.  | 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are! 

Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
'He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.' 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
That  see  this  heavenly  light; 

Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

6      The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6      The  Lord  makes  Dare  his  arm, 
Through  all  t!ie  earth  abroad ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

294.    L.  M. 
Desiring  to  be  controlled  by  Divine  Love. 

C^ONVEN'D  from  different  part's.  O  Lord, 
->  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne ; 
O  may  we  speak,  and  hear  thy  word, 
Relying  on  thy  grace  alone. 

2  May  those  that  preach  be  well  prepar'd 
The  solemn  message  to  impart ; 
In  prayer  and  faith  may  it  be  heard, 
And  find  access  to  every  heart. 


GOSPEL   MINISTRY  295,  296 

3  May  love  divine  our  feelings  sway, 
And  all  our  actions  sweetly  guide ; 
And  sin  and  guilt  be  done  away, 

Thro'  Him  that  groan'd,  and  bled  and  died. 

4  Awake,  our  souls,  in  sweetest  lays, 
Unite  our  noblest  powers  to  sing, 
And  hearts  and  voices  join  to  raise 
The  praise  of  Christ  our  sovereign  King. 

295-    CM.    W.  &B. 
Asking  for  the  Divine  Presence.     Psalm  cxl.  13. 

COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 
;  When  we  thy  wondrous  glories  hear, 
And  all  thy  sufferings  trace, 
What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear! 
What  rich  unbounded  grace ! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies ! 

4  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise  ; 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

296.    C.  M.    Doddridge. 
Watching  for  souls.    Heb.  xiii.  11 

LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  the  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them,  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 


897  GOSPEL   MINISTRY. 

2  Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 

The  pastor's  care  demands  ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego; — 
For  souls  which  must  for  ever  live, 
In  boundless  bliss  or  woe. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults. 
Lord,  where  should  we  appear? 

5  May  they  that  Jesus  \\  hom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  lor  thee. 

297.     CM.     Altered. 
Conclusion  of  Sahbolh  worship. 

WELCOME  and  precious  to  my  soul, 
Are  Sabbath-days  of  love  ; 
But  what  a  glorious  rest  remains 
To  be  enjoyed  above ! 

2  There,  free  from  languor,  pain,  and  sin, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  rest, 
With  Jesus  our  exalted  King, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

3  On  these  delightful,  precious  days, 

My  Lord  I  've  often  seen  ; 
And  feasting  on  his  gracious  word, 
In  raptures  I  have  been. 

1  O  if  my  soul,  when  death  appears, 
In  this  sweet  frame  be  found, — 
I'll  clasp  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 
And  leave  this  earthly  ground. 


GOSrEL  MINISTRY.  298,  299 

298.    C.  M.     Cowper. 
The  Mysteries  of  Providence.     John  xiii.  7. 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head- 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  ovvn  interpreter. 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

299.     CM.     Hart. 
The  solemnities  of  death. 

VAJN  men,  your  fond  pursuits  forbear! 
Repent !  your  end  is  nigh : 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  oe  far; 
O !  think  before  you  die. 

2  Reflect!  you  Ve  each  a  soul  to  save; 
Your  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  your  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account? 


300,  301  GOSPEL   MINISTRY. 

3  Death  enters,  and  there  "s  no  defence  ; 

Hi*  time  there 's  none  can  tell ; 
He  '11  in  a  moment  call  you  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  else  to  hell. 

4  Your  flesh,  perhaps  your  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 
But.  ah !  destruction  stops  not  there, 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  gospel  calls,  to-day  : 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  vou ! 

Let  even-  one  forsake  his  way. 

And  mercy  will  ensue ; — 

6  Rich  mercy,  dearly  bought  with  blood, 

How  vile  soe'er  he  be ; 
Abundant  pardon — peace  with  God, 
All  given  entirely  free. 

300.     S.  M.     \Y.  A:  R 
Judgment  is  disarmed  of  terror  by  Faith 

NOW.  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead. 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  peaceful  voice, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

2  '  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

4  Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear, 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
•  And  rind  salvation  there.' 

301.    C.  II    Wkdej/k  Coll. 
Lord,  search  our  hearts  ! 

WE  bow  before  thv  gracious  throne, 
And  think  ourselves  sincere  : 
But  show  us.  Lord,  is  even-  one 
Thy  real  worshipper  I 

2  Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not. 
Not  feels  his  want  of  thee ! 
A  stranger  to  the  blood  that  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  l. 


THE   rKMTENT.  302 

3  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

His  desperate  state  explain  ; 
And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 
And  penitential  pain. 

4  Speak  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise ! 
And  make  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

5  He  must  believe  in  Christ,  or  die ; 

Repent  and  turn  to  thee, — 
Or  else  in  chains  of  guilt  must  lie 
To  all  eternity. 


THE  PENITENT. 

302.    C.  M. 
False  Hope  destroyed, — a  good  one  inspired. 

MY  sins  and  fears  like  billows  rise, 
And  sweep  my  hopes  awav, 
That  prayers  and  tears  will  e'er  suffice 
My  debt  of  sin  to  pay. 

2  But  while  I  see  the  Saviour's  veins 

Pour  forth  a  purple  tide, 
My  dying  hopes  revive  again 
Beneath  his  bleeding  side. 

3  Now  let  me  to  this  fountain  go 

To  wash  away  my  sin ; 
The  sacred  streams  that  from  it  flow, 
Can  make  the  foulest  clean. 

4  Here,  waiting  at  the  pool  I  lie. 

O  speak  the  kind  release ; 
Speak,  gracious  Saviour,  ere  I  die, 
And  bid  me  go  in  peace. 


303,  304  THE  PENITENT. 

303.  L.  M. 

The  Captive  struggling  to  be  free. 

I  FEEL  the  stragglings  of  desire 
The  value  of  my  soul  I  feel ; 
Almighty  God,  my  breast  inspire 
With  conquering  faith  and  holy  zeal. 

2  Trembling  I  stand,  and  still  afraid, 
That  man  should  see  my  bosom  swell ; 
Asham'd  to  lift  my  guilty  head, 
Expos'd  to  all  the  flames  of  hell. 

3  Reasoning  I  ask,  why  should  I  dread 
The  scoff  of  dying  worms  like  me  ? 
Yet,  just  as  soon  could  raise  the  dead, 
As  from  this  fear  myself  to  free. 

4  O  Thou  whose  voice  can  all  control, 
And  set  the  guilty  captive  free, — 
Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul ; 
Bid  me  arise,  and  come  to  thee. 

5  Speak,  and  my  broken  chains  shall  fall, 
And  never  bind  my  soul  again ; 
Speak,  and  releas'd  from  sin  and  thrall, 
I  shall  arise  and  own  thy  name. 

304.  CM. 

The  Prayer  of  the  Penitent. 

TREMBLING  I  stand  before  the  Lord 
And  know  not  what  to  do ; 
My  bosom  heaves  beneath  a  load, 
A  load  of  guilt  and  woe. 

2  Where  shall  I  go,  or  whither  flee. 

That  I  may  ease  receive  ? 
Divine  Redeemer,  pity  me, 
O  pity  and  forgive ! 

3  Speak  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bid  my  guilt  remove ; 
That  voice  shall  raise  my  drooping  head, 
And  teach  my  heart  to  love. 


THE  PENITENT.  305,  306,  307 

305.    CM. 
Be  still  and  know  that  I  am  God. 

BE  still !  and  know  that  I  am  God, 
Before  my  footstool  wait  ; 
Whene'er  I  lift  my  chast'ning  rod, 
Let  guilty  rebels  quake. 

2  I  am  Jehovah,  I  alone 

Can  kill  and  make  alive; 
Sinner,  approach  my  gracious  throne, 
Believe  in  Christ  and  live. 

3  Aliaighty  God,  I  fear  thy  power, 

And  trembling  bend  to  thee ; 
I  wait  the  joy-inspiring  hour, 
When  thou  shalt  say, — be  free ! 

4  Sunk  down  beneath  a  guilty  load, 

I  feel,  alas !  undone ; 
And  wait  to  know  thee  as  my  God, 
In  Christ  thy  only  Son. 

5  I  hear  and  feel  thy  awful  word, 

Through  grace  I  will  be  still, — 
Be  still  and  know  that  thou  art  God  ; — 
Bow  to  thy  sovereign  will. 

306.  CM. 
Prayer  of  the  Penitent. 

JESUS,  thou  lover  of  mankind, 
Who  did  the  church  redeem, 
Wilt  thou  my  captive  soul  unbind  ; 
Break  off  these  chains  of  sin  ? 

2  Righteous  and  true,  O  Lord,  thou  art 
In  all  thy  glorious  ways  ; 
To  thee  I  yield  a  broken  heart — 
O  heal  it  by  thy  grace ! 

307.  S.  M. 

Prayer  for  Repentance  and  Faith. 

BESTOW,  Almighty  God. 
The  penitent  desire ; 


308,  309  THE  PENITENT. 

And  by  thy  word  diffuse  abroad, 
The  pure,  celestial  fire. 

2  Melt  down  my  frozen  heart, 

And  bend  my  will  to  thee ; 
The  gift  of  penitence  impart, 
And  set  the  prisoner  free. 

3  The  conquering  faith  bestow, 

The  chains  of  sin  unbind ; 

Now  bid  the  rescued  captive  go, 

And  leave  his  guilt  behind. 

308.  CM. 
The  same. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  I  come  to  thee, 
For  thou  canst  all  things  do, — 
O  take  this  flinty  slone  away, 
My  stubborn  heart  renew. 

2  Melt,  down  to  penitential  grief, 

The  soul  that  will  not  grieve ; 
Destroy  the  power  of  unbelief, 
And  help  me  to  believe. 

3  This  moment,  Lord,  the  gift  bestow, 

Nor  let  me  longer  wait ; — 

For  Jesus'  sake  bestow  it  now, 

Lest  it  should  be  too  late. 

309.  CM. 
Halting  between  two  opinions. 

CONVINC'D  that  I  against  thy  throne. 
A  rebel,  Lord,  have  been, 
Sometimes  I  'm  half  inclin'd  to  own, 
And  seek  relief  from  sin. 

2  I  dread  the  awful  sound,  depart 
Down  to  the  flames  of  hell ! 
And  yet  this  proud,  rebellious  heart, 
Will  scarce  consent  to  kneel ! 


THE   PENITENT.  310,  31 1 

3  If  grace  has  e'er  begun  the  work, 

Now,  Lord,  the  work  complete ; 
If  not,  O  let  me  feel  the  stroke, 
That  lays  me  at  thy  feet 

4  Kindly  invited  to  return, 

Invited,  Lord,  by  thee ; 
I  hasten  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  bend  the  suppliant  knee. 

5  O  melt  this  stubborn  heart  of  stone, 

In  thy  dissolving  blood  ! 
Then  shall  I  bow  to  thee  alone, 
And  yield  to  Christ  my  God. 

310.     C.  M.     TART  II. 
The  surrender. 

O  SAVIOUR,  help  me  to  resolve, 
And  cause  my  heart  to  bleed  ; 
Mav  goodness  now  the  stone  dissolve, 
That  I  may  mourn  indeed. 

2  Here  at  thy  gracious  feet  I  fall, 
And  struggling  to  be  free, 
Forsaking  sin,  and  self,  and  all, 
I  give  myself  to  thee. 

311.     S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
The  Penitent's  prayer  and  surrender. 

THE  Saviour  bids  me  come, 
Ah !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  hirn  I  stay. 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  w  hich  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

3  Jesus,  the  hindrance  show, 

The  hindrance  now  remove; 
With  all  created  things  below, 
I  part  for  thpe.  my  love. 


812,313  THE  PENITENT. 

312.    S.  M.     Wesley's  CoU. 
THe  breath  of  Repentance. 

O  THAT  I  could  repent! 
O  that  I  could  believe ! 
Thou  by  thy  voice  the  marble  rent, 
The  rock  in  sunder  cleave. 

2  Saviour  and  Prince  of  peace, 

The  double  grace  bestow  ; 
Unloose  the  bands  of  wickedness, 
And  let  the  captive  go. 

3  Grant  me  my  sins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove ; 
Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal, 
The  balm  of  pardoning  love. 

313.     L.  M.     Anon. 
Moral  inability  lamented. 

HOW  sad 's  mv  state ! — I  know  not  how 
To  please  the  Lord,  or  do  his  will ; 
Myself  and  God  I  want  to  know, 
Yet  ignorant  of  both  am  still. 

2  1  mourn,  because  I  cannot  mourn ; 
I  grieve,  because  I  cannot  grieve  ; 
I  hate  my  sins,  but  cannot  turn  ; 

1  hear  the  truth,  yet  can't  believe. 

3  Helpless  am  I,  and  self-condemn'd  ; 
Incurable  I  see  my  wound  ; 

I'd  come  to  Thee,  but  am  asham'd — 
O,  where  shall  help  for  me  be  found  ? 

4  Where  shall  so  great  a  sinner  run  ? 
Dangers  on  every  side  I  see  ; — 

I  am  undone,  undone,  undone ! 
Unless  the  Saviour  comes  to  me. 

5  Let  pity  move  thee  to  appear, 
Sinner-receiving  Son  of  God ; 
In  my  behalf  be  kindly  near, 

And  quench  my  crying  sins  with  blood. 


THE   PENITENT.  314,  315 

314.    CM. 
Lord,  I  believe ;  help  thou  mine  unbelief. 

ROUS'D  by  th'  gospel's  powerful  sound, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  shame ; 
Where  shall  the  soothing  balm  be  found, 
Balm  to  relieve  my  pain  ? 

2  Great  God  !  I've  wander'd  wide  astray 

From  thy  instruction  given, 
Nor  can  I  find  the  narrow  way, 
That  leads  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  O  that  I  had  thy  word  obey'd, 

And  early  sought,  thy  face ! 

Spirit  divine  !  afford  thine  aid  ; 

Bestow  the  pard'ning  grace. 

4  "Tis  thine  the  message  to  impart, 

The  wanderer  to  engage,— 
Thine  to  relieve  the  broken  heart, 
And  all  its  griefs  assuage. 

5  Guilty,  beneath  thy  feet  I  lie, 

And  anxious  seek  relief; 
Doom'd  to  eternal  death,  I  cry, 
'  Help  thou  mine  unbelief." 

6  Thy  word  proclaims, '  there  yet  is  room 

For  burden'd  souls  that  come  ; 
O,  burst  my  sin-inclosing  tomb ! — 
Release,  and  bring  me  home. 

315.     S.  M.     Cowper. 
The  Shining  Light. 

Y  former  hopes  are  fled. 
My  terror  now  begins; 
I  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 
I  hear  the  thunder  roar ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 


M 


316,  317  THE   PENITENT. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 
I  dread  impending  doom ; 

But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
'Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come.' 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way  ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 


o 


316.    L.  M.   W.&B. 

The  weary  and  heavy  laden.    Matt.  xi.  28. 

THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 


O  that  I  could,  at  last,  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet! 

2  When  shall  my  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  see  ? 
Weary  with  struggling,  Lord,  I  am, 
And  yet  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

3  Rest  for  my  soul  1  long  to  find, 
Saviour,  if  mine,  indeed,  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

4  O  come !  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart,  appear, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

317.    C.  M.    RippoTi's  Selection. 
Humble  pleadings  for  mercy. 

LORD,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 
And  knock  at  mercy's  door ; 
With  heavy  heart,  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favour  we  implore. 


THE   PENITENT.  318 

2  We  sink,  with  all  this  weight  opprest, 

Sink  down  to  death  and  hell  : 
O,  give  our  troubled  spirits  rest, 
Our  numerous  fears  dispel. 

3  'Tis  mercy,  mercy,  we  implore ; 

O  let  thy  bowels  move ! 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

4  O,  for  thy  own,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

Our  many  sins  forgive  ; 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break  ; 
And,  breaking,  soon  relieve. 

5  Thus  melt  us  down,  thus  make  us  bend, 

And  thy  dominion  own; 

Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend 

To  repossess  thy  throne. 


B 


318.     S.  M.    Newton. 
The  Pool  of  Bethesda.     John  v.  2—4. 
ESIDE  the  gospel  pool 


Appointed  for  the  poor, 

From  day  to  day,  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

How  often  have  I  seen 

The  healing  waters  move  ; 
And  others,  round  me,  stepping  in, 

Their  efficacy  prove ! 

But  my  complaints  remain ; 

I  feel  the  very  same ; 
As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 

As  when  at  first  I  came. 

How  often  have  I  thought, 

Why  should  I  longer  lie  ! 
Surely,  the  mercy  I  have  sought 

Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

Yet  still,  from  day  to  day, 

I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try ; 
Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 

Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 


319,  320  THE   PENITENT. 

6      No :  he  is  full  of  grace, 
And  never  will  permit 
The  soul  that  fain  would  see  his  face, 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 

319.     C.  M.     Wesley's  Coll. 
The  deceived  soul's  acknowledgment. 

LONG  have  I  seem'd  to  serve  thee,  Lord, 
With  unavailing  pain ; 
Fasted  and  pray'd,  and  read  thy  word, 
And  heard  it  preach'd  in  vain. 

2  Oft  did  I  with  th'  assembly  join, 

And  near  thine  altar  drew  ; 

A  form  of  godliness  was  mine, 

The  power  I  never  knew. 

3  I  rested  in  the  outward  law, 

Nor  saw  its  deep  design, 
The  length  and  breadth  I  never  saw, 
And  height  of  love  divine. 

4  To  please  thee  thus,  at  length  I  see, 

Vainly  I  hop'd  and  strove  ; 
For  what  are  outward  things  to  thee, 
Unless  they  spring  from  love  ? 

5  Where  am  I  now,  or  what 's  my  hope  ? 

What  can  my  weakness  do  ? 

Jesus !  to  thee  my  soul  looks  up, 

'Tis  thou  must  make  it  new. 

320.     L.  M.    Watts. 
The  penitent  pleading  for  pardon.    Psalm  li. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 
2  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 


THE  PENITENT.  321,  322 

3  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  should  thv  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  brealh, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 

And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

5  Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

321.     CM. 
Sin  acknowledged  and  forsaken  for  Christ. 

BENEATH  thy  sacred,  awful  feet, 
A  wretch,  dear  Saviour,  lies, 
'  And  upwards  to  the  mercy-seat,' 
Extends  his  faltering  cries. 

2  He  owns  his  sins,  of  thought,  and  deed, 

Of  heart,  and  life,  and  tongue ; 
So  great  his  guilt,  he  's  nought  to  plead, 
But  feels,  alas !  undone. 

3  O  spare  me,  Lord,  and  let  me  live 

A  monument  of  grace  ; 
Forgive  my  numerous  sins,  forgive, 
And  bid  me  go  in  peace. 

4  Hast  thou  not  said,  '  who  ail  forsake 

'  Shall  be  from  sin  set  free  V 
A  willing  sacrifice  I  make 
Of  all,  my  Lord,  for  thee. 

322.     L.  M.    Altered. 
Seek  the  Lord,  and  ye  shall  live.    Amos  Y.  4 

LORD,  at  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
Oppress'd  with  guilt,  to  thee  I  call ! 
Reveal  thy  pard'ning  love  to  me, 
And  set  my  captive  spirit  free. 


W  PRAYER. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said, '  seek  ye  my  face  V 
The  invitation  I  embrace  ; 

I  '11  seek  thy  face,  thy  Spirit  give, 
O  let  me  see  thy  face  and  live. 

3  I  '11  wait,  perhaps  my  Lord  may  come ; 
If  back  I  turn,  hell  is  my  doom  ; 
Here  begging  in  his  way  I  '11  lie, 

Till  christ,  the  Saviour,  passeth  by. 

4  I  '11  seek  his  face,  with  cries  and  tears, 
With  secret  sighs  and  fervent  prayers ; 
And  if  not  heard,  I  '11  waiting  sit, 
And  perish  at  his  sacred  feet. 

5  But  canst  thou,  Lord,  see  all  my  pain, 
And  bid  me  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  has  said — it  can't  deceive — 

'  Seek  thou  my  face,  and  thou  shalt  live. 


PRAYER. 

323.    C.  M.     Montgomery. 

The  nature  of  Prayer. 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 
Utter'd  or  unexprest ; 
The  strugglings  that  to  God  aspire 
Within  the  human  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 

That  infant  lip  can  try ; 
Praver,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

3  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry, — '  behold,  he  prays  !' 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air; 
His  watch-word  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


PRAYER.  324, 325 

5  O  Thou!  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, — 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod — 
O,  teach  us  how  to  pray ! 

324.     7's.     Relief  Hymns. 
Intercession  of  the  Spirit. 

HOLY  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
Come,  thy  aid  to  us  supply ; 
By  thy  influence,  now  prepare 
Humble  hearts  for  fervent  prayer. 

2  Dove-like  Spirit,  now  descend, 
With  our  thoughts  and  feelings  blend  ; 
Thou,  alone,  canst  teach  alway 
What  to  pray  for — how  to  pray. 

3  Come,  inspiring  fervent  prayer, 
Be  our  heavenly  Monitor  ; 
Thought  and  speech  of  our's  may  err, 
Be  thou  our  Interpreter. 

325.    C.  M. 
The  Efficacy  of  Prayer. 

COME,  let  us  lift  the  voice  of  prayer, 
Up  to  our  God  on  high  ! 
No  trembling  sinner  need  despair — 
Delivering  grace  is  nigh. 

2  Prayer 's  not  confin'd  by  walls  of  stone, 

]\or  bound  by  iron  chains ; 
It  rises  to  th'  eternal  throne, 
The  throne  where  Jesus  reigns. 

3  The  prayer  of  faith  the  sick  shall  heal, 

The  broken  heart  shall  bind  ; 

The  hidden  truth  of  God  reveal 

To  soothe  the  troubled  mind 

4  The  prayer  of  faith  makes  rebels  shake 

And  seek  to  be  forgiven  ; 
The  cords  of  sin  asunder  break, — 
Expands  the  gate  of  heaven 
I 


326,  327,  328  traver. 

5  'Twas  prayer  that  lock'd  the  lions'  jutvs, 

And  prayer  restrain'd  the  flame ; 
Tis  prayer  that  all  our  blessings  draws 
From  heaven  in  Jesus'  name. 

6  Yet,  not  on  our  poor  prayers  alone, 

O  God,  have  we  relied  ; — 
Great  Advocate  before  the  throne ! 
To  thee  we  all  confide. 

326.    C.  M. 
The  Request. 

OTHOU,  who  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Grant  me  this  one  Request, 
For  ever  at  thy  feet  to  lie, 
Or  lean  upon  thy  breast. 

2  No  strength  have  I  to  walk  or  stand, 
Just  nothing  can  I  do, — 
O  hold  me.  Saviour,  with  thy  hand. 
And  never  let  me  go. 

•      327.     7's. 
Fervent  Prayer  to  the  Trinity. 

FATHER,  in  the  dust  we  lie, 
Upwards  send  the  ardent  cry, 
Nought  besides  can  satisfy, 
Give  us  Christ  or  else  we  die. 

2  Shed  the  Holy  Spirit  down, 
Shed  Him,  Lord,  on  every  one ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Now  restore  what  Adam  lost. 

328.     L.  iM. 
Prayer  and  Pleading. 

UP  to  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, 
And  scatters  beams  of  light  and  joy, 
To  God,  who  all  the  world  sustains, 
Come,  let  us  lift  the  voice  of  prayer. 


PRAYER.  329, 330 

2  He  sweetens  every  heaving  sigh, 
And  hears  the  anxious  sinner's  groan  ; 
O  let  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 

In  strong  petitions  to  his  throne. 

3  Perfum'd  with  sacred,  heavenly  blood, 
Father,  I  send  my  cries  to  thee, — 
Dispel  this  gloom — remove  this  load, — 
In  Christ  may  I  accepted  be. 

4  His  blood  I  plead,  for  nought  I  know- 
Besides,  a  sinking  soul  can  find 

To  ease  the  heart  opprest  with  woe. 
And  soothe  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 

329.     S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Prayer  and  Watchfulness. 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 
The  watchful  power  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath, 
Call  off  my  roving  heart. 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprest; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize, 
Gather  my  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

4  SufFer'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Arrest  the  prisoner  of  thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

330.     L.  M.     Cowper. 
Exhortation  to  Prayer. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer. 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there ! 


331    332  PRAYER. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer  we  cease  to  fight : 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour  bright, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Were  half  the  breath  that 's  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, — 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
1  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me !' 

331.     CM.     Medley. 
At  opening  a  Prayer  Meeting. 

THE  hour  of  prayer  once  more  is  come ; 
Once  more,  O  Lord,  we  meet; 
Thanks  to  thy  name,  there  yet  is  room, 
To  bow  before  thy  seat. 

2  The  faith  and  hope,  the  joy  and  love. 

Of  all  thy  saints  increase  ; 
Hardness  and  prejudice  remove, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace. 

3  The  sick,  the  weak,  and  those  confin'd, 

Upon  our  hearts  we  bear ; 
May  they  be  to  thy  will  resign'd, 
And  thy  compassion  share. 

4  Father !  assist  their  souls,  who  may 

Upon  thee  farther  call ; 
Banish  the  fear  of  man  away, 
And  smile  upon  us  all. 

332.    CM     Wesley's  CoU. 

The  same  subject 

SHEPHERD  Divine,  our  wants  relieve 
In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 


333.  334 


2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer. 

3  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thyself  bestow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart, 
'  I  will  not  let  thee  go.' 

333.  C.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Prayer  for  Tenderness,  and  TVatchfxdness. 

aUICK  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
O  God,  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 

2  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove, 

And  let  me  weep  from  day  to  day. 

For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

3  O  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
That  makes  the  wounded  whole. 

334.  S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Prayer  for  wants  to  be  relieved. 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  thou  nearest  prayer. 

2  Give  me  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will. 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind, 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill : — 

3  A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss ; 
Bold  to  take  up — firm  lo  sustain 
The  consecrated  cross. 


335,  336,  337  prayer 

4  Give  me  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  danger 's  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly : — 

5  A  spirit  still  prepar'd, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

335.     PART  II. 

1WANT  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease, 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 
Nor  wish  my  sufferings  less : — 

2  A  jealous,  just  concern 
For  thy  immortal  praise ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn, 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 

336.    L.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Seeking  Blessings  from  Jesus. 

JESUS,  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 
From  nature's  every  path  retreat ; 
Thou  art  my  way,  my  leader  be, 
And  set  upon  the  rock  my  feet. 

2  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall, — 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand ! 
On  thee  alone  for  help  I  call, 
Alone  by  faith  in  thee  I  stand. 

3  O  thou,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
On  whom  I  cast  my  every  care ; 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
Inspire,  and  then  accept  my  prayer. 

337.     C.  M.    Altered. 
Acknowledgment  and  Petition. 

AUTHOR  of  good !  to  thee  I  turn 
My  anxious  longing  eyes ; 


PRAYER.  338, 339 

For  thou  canst  all  my  wants  discern, 
And  grant  me  rich  supplies. 

0  let  thy  fear  within  me  dwell, 

Thy  love  my  footsteps  guide ; 
That  love,  shall  sinful  loves  expel, 

That  fear,  all  fears  beside. 


3  Since  oft.  by  error's  baits  allur'd, 

My  blind,  my  stubborn  will, 
Madly  rejects  the  solid  good, 
And  grasps  the  tempting  ill ; — 

4  Not  to  my  wish,  but  to  my  wants, 

Do  thou  thy  gifts  apply, — 
Unask'd,  what  good  thou  knowest,  grant, 
What  ill,  though  ask'd,  deny. 

338.    CM.     Steele. 
The  Request. 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise : — 

2  '  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

'  From  every  murmur  free ; 
'  The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
'  And  make  me  live  to  thee  : 

3  '  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

'  My  life  and  death  attend ; 
'Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey  s  end.' 

339.    S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Liability,  and  Trust  in  God. 

MYSELF  I  cannot  save, 
Myself  I  cannot  keep ; 
I  seek  for  help  in  thee  alone 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 


340,  341  TRAYKR. 

2  To  thee,  Almighty  Go<l, 

My  soul  I  dare  commend  ; 

For  Jesus  having  lov'd  his  own, 

He  loves  them  to  the  end. 

340.  C.  M.     Wesley's  Coll. 
A  Prayer  for  Parity  of  Heart. 

JESUS,  thy  all-victorious  love 
Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ; 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove. 
Rooted  and  fixt  in  God. 

2  O  that  it  now  from  heaven  may  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume ! 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call, 
Spirit  of  burning,  come ! 

3  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 

Illuminate  my  soul, 
Diffuse  thy  life  "through  every  part, 
And  purify  the  whole. 

341.  CM.    Wesley's  Coll. 
The  Image  of  Christ  desired. 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me ! 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek', 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone : — 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within : — 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine 


PRAYER  342,  343 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 
And  melts  at  human  woe  ; 
Jesus,  I  long  to  know  thy  name, 
And  all  thy  mercy  show. 

342.     C.  M. 
The  Desired  Blessing.     Prov.  xxx.  8. 

FATHER,  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
To  thee  address  my  prayer; 
Though  all  my  wants  io  thee  are  known, 
I  love  to  lisp  them  there. 

2  Pure,  meek,  and  patient,  may  I  be, 

To  thy  commands  inclin'd ; 
From  every  murmur  kept  for  thee 
To  all  thy  will  resign'd. 

3  Kindly  removed  from  wealth  and  want, 

My  simple  need  supplied  : — 
This  blessing.  Heavenly  Father,  grant 
And  I  am  satisfied. 

343.     S.  M.     Newton. 
Jesus  on  the  Throne  of  Grace. 

BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace  ! 
The  promise  calls  me  near  ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  will, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold ; 
Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt, 
What  else  can  he  withhold  ? 

4  Beyond  thy  utmost  wants, 

His  love  and  power  can  bless ; 
To  praying  souls  he  always  grants 
More  than  they  can  express. 
12 


344,345  PRAYER. 

5  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love ; 

I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  diee  above. 

6  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  my  will  to  thine ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

344.    C.  M.     Newton. 
The  Effort. 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer : 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  'Jesus  died.' 

4  O  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame. 
That  guiltv  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  his  gracious  name. 

5  '  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul,  be  still, 

' My  promis'd  grace  receive ;' 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 

345.    7's.    Newton. 
Ask  what  I  shall  give  thee.     1  Kings  iii.  5. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare ; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 


PRAYER.  346 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  the  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

346.     L.  M.     Altered. 
TJie  presence  of  Christ  makes  worship  sweet. 

HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  a  while, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat. 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee  ; 
Saviour,  behold  us  at  thy  feet — 

Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  'Chief  of  ten  thousand,'  now  appear; 
Bestow  thy  animating  grace ; 

Give  every  soul  thy  voice  to  hear, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 


S47'  S48  PRAYER 

347.     CM.     Medley. 

O  Lord,  revive  thy  work.     Hab.  iii.  2. 

j7<REAT  God !  incline  thy  edacious  ear, 
^~A    And  hear  thy  children's  cry  ; 
In  mercy  for  our  help  appear, 
Nor  let  our  comforts  die. 

2  In  this  sad,  dark,  and  gloomy  day, 

O  keep  our  faith  alive ;     " 
Remove  our  loads  of  guilt  away  • 
'  And  all  thy  work  revive.'      ' 

3  Revive  thy  work  within  us  all, 

In  holy  peace  and  love  ; 

And  let  thy  Spirit  on  us  fall, 

In  blessings  from  above. 

4  Tlien  shall  we  flourish  like  the  vine, 

Refresh'd,  and  made  to  thrive  ; 
And  all  the  glory  shall  be  thine, 
Who  dost  thy  work  revive. 

348.     L.  M.    Altered. 
For  a  church  in  a  low  condition.     Psalm  li.  18. 
"PIATHER  of  mercies!  from  thy  throne 
-*-     Look  with  an  eye  of  pity  down, 
On  us  thy  church,  in  deep  distress, 
And  all  our  numerous  woes  redress. 

2  We  call  to  mind  the  happier  days 

Of  life  and  love,  of  prayer  and  praise ; 

When  holy  services  gave  birth 

To  joys,  resembling  heaven  on  earth. 

3  But  now  the  ways  of  Zion  mourn, 
Her  gates  neglected  and  forlorn ;- 
Our  joy  and  liveliness  are  fled, 
And  we  are  languid,  cold,  and  dead. 

4  Near  to  each  other,  and  to  thee, 
Father!  we  ask  henceforth  to  be;— 
O,  pour  thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 
And  all  our  numerous  wants  supply 


prayer.  249,  350,  351 

349.    L.  M. 
O  Lord,  revive  thy  work.     Hab.  iii.  2. 

REVIVE  thy  work,  Almighty  Lord  ! 
Extend  the  conquests  of  thy  sword  ; 
Erect  thy  throne  in  every  heart, 
And  bid  each  idol  hence  depart. 

2  Spirit  divine !  thy  grace  diffuse  ; 

Thy   influence  shed  like  heavenly  dews, 
To  make  our  drooping  graces  thrive  ; — 
O  gracious  Lord !  thy  work  revive. 

3  Attract  with  coids  of  love  divine, 
These  feeble,  wandering  sheep  of  thine, 
On  thy  rich  pastures  make  them  thrive ; 
E'en  now,  thy  gracious  work  revive. 

4  Revive  thy  work,  triumphant  King ! 
Attune  our  lips  thy  praise  to  sing, 
Our  dying  spark  of  love  inflame, 
And  claim  all  glory  to  thy  name. 

350.     L.  M.     W.  &  B. 
Seeking  direction  in  the  choice  of  a  Pastor. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  bend  thine  ear, 
Thy  servants'  groans  indulgent  hear  ; 
Perplext,  distrest,  to  thee  we  cry, 
And  seek  the  guidance  of  thine  eye. 

2  With  longing  eyes,  behold,  we  wait, 
In  suppliant  crowds,  at  mercy's  gate, 
Our  drooping  hearts,  O  God,  sustain, 
Nor  let  us  seek  thy  face  in  vain. 

3  O  Lord,  in  ways  of  peace  return, 
Nor  let  thy  flock  neglected  mourn ; 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  pastor  see, 
Dear  to  ourselves  and  dear  to  thee. 

351.     L.  M.    Hart. 
Pray  without  ceasing.     1  Thess.  v.  17. 

'"■3 RAY!'  says  the  word,  'and  never  cease,' 
JL      In  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  sincere, 


352,  353  PRAYER. 

Pray,  till  these  graces  all  increase, 
Ana  still  be  found  in  fervent  prayer. 

2  Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live ; 
Their  wants  shall  teach  them  what  to  say, 
And  prayer  shall  all  (hose  wants  relieve. 

3  Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that 's  weak, 
Though  thought  be  broken — language  lame ; 
Pray  if  you  can,  or  cannot,  speak, 

But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Depend  on  him — you  cannot  fail : 
Make  all  your  wants  and  wishes  known 
Fear  not — his  merits  must  prevail ; 
Ask  what  you  will,  it  shall  be  done. 


N 


352.    CM. 

Prayer,  and  Dedication  to  Christ. 
OW  to  the  throne  of  grace  I'll  go 


To  pour  my  sorrows  there  ; 
And  tell  the  Saviour  all  my  woe, 
Who  loves  to  answer  prayer. 

2  The  interceding  spirit  give, 

The  powder  of  faith  impart  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  me  rise  and  live, 
Renew  and  claim  my  heart. 

3  Saviour,  I  feel  the  conquering  power, 

To  thee  I  now  resign  ; 
I  yield  my  heart, — and  from  this  hour, 
I  would  be  wholly  thine. 

353.    CM.    W.  &R 

A  destitute  Church  seeking  to  God. 

TO  thee,  O  God,  when  creatures  fail, 
Thy  flock  deserted  flies  ; 
And  on  th'  eternal  Shepherd's  care 
Our  cheerful  hope  relies. 


PRAYER.  354, 355 

2  Exert  thy  sacred  influence  here. 

And  here  thy  suppliants-bless ; 
And  change  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise, 
Their  accents  of  distress. 

3  With  faithful  heart,  with  skilful  hand, 

May  this  thy  flock  be  fed ! 
And  with  a  steady,  growing  pace. 
To  Zion's  mountain  led. 


o 


354.     CM.     Steele. 
An  Appeal  to  a  Mediator,  in  view  of  National  Judgments. 

IOME,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 
Whose  judgments  yet  delay, 
Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword. 
And  gives  us  leave  to  pray. 

2  Great  is  our  guilt,  our  fears  are  great  ; 

But  let  us  not  despair ; 
Still  open  is  the  mercy-seat, 
To  penitence  and  prayer. 

3  Kind  Intercessor !  to  thy  love 

This  blessed  hope  we  owe ; 
O  lpt  thy  merits  plead  above, 
While  we  implore  below. 

4  O  gracious  God,  for  Jesus'  sake 

Attend  our  humble  cry ! 
Nor  let  the  kindling  vengeance  break 
Destructive  from  thine  eye. 

5  Though  justice  near  thy  awful  throne 

Awaits  thy  dread  command, 
Lord,  hear  thy  servants,  hear  thy  Son, 
And  save  a  guilty  land ! 

355.    CM. 

Children  dedicated  to  God  in  Scriptural  form. 

EXALTED  Prince,  thou  Prince  of  peace ! 
Behold  our  children  here  ; 
And  with  thy  word,  impart  thy  grace. 
That  they  may  learn  thy  fear. 


356  PRAYER. 

2  Our  offspring  we  would  thus  present, 

lo  thy  compassion,  Lord ; 
O  let  thy  sovereign  grace  prevent 
Iheir  choosing  folly's  road. 

3  Conduct  them  through  a  world  of  cares 

And  keep  them  near  to  thee : 
*rom  sin  s  seducing  bails  and  snares, 
leach  them,  O  Lord,  to  flee. 

4  Their  parents  bless  with  heavenly  skill, 

1  heir  tender  minds  to  sway 
And  bow  each  restiff,  stubborn  will, 
1  hy  precepts  to  obey. 

5  Al!?nT^n  °U.r  \0it  °n  earth  are  done> 

And  thou  shalt  bid  us  come 

Grant  us  the  plaudit  of  '  Welf  done  ' 
And  take  our  children  home. 

356.     CM.     Rippon's  Selection. 
Prayer  for  children. 

fir^r?AuT  God'  novv  c°ndescend 
^-"    lo  bless  our  rising  race  • 
boon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 
lo  thy  triumphant  grace. 
2      O  what  a  vast  delight, 
Their  happiness  to  see  ! 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite, 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 
*      Thy  gracious  Spirit  pour 
Lpon  our  infant  seed; 

0  bring  the  long'd  for  happy  hour, 
1  hat  makes  them  free  indeed. 
May  they  recejve  thy  word, 
Confess  the  Saviour's  name; 

1  hen  follow  their  despised  Lord, 

1  hrough  the  baptismal  stream. 
Thus  let  our  favour'd  race 
Surround  thy  sacred  board, 
There  to  adore  thy  sovereign  grace 
And  sing  their  Saviour  God. 


CHRISTIAN  TESTIMONY.  357,  358 

'       357.    C.  M.    Williams. 
Calmness  and  Thankfulness  desired, 

WHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy   love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferral  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear. 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
Mysteadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 


CHRISTIAN  TESTIMONY. 

358.    CM. 

Prepare  to  meet  thy  God. 

AN  awful  voice  of  thunder  roll'd, 
"  Prepare  to  meet  thy  God !" 
Seiz'd  with  a  solemn  dread,  my  soul 
Sunk  down  beneath  a  load. 


359  CHRISTIAN  TESTIMONY. 

2  What  shall  I  do  to  find  relief? 

Ah !  whither  shall  I  flee  ? 
Or  how  be  melted  into  grief? 
Dear  Saviour,  pity  me ! 

3  A  word  roll'd  through  my  throbbing  breast, 

I  am  the  way  to  heaven ; 

I  am  the  weary  sinner's  rest ; 

Believe,  and  be  forgiven. 

4  I  thought  of  Jesus  when  he  died; 

The  cross,  the  nail,  the  spear; 

I  thought  upon  his  wounded  side, 

And  hop'd  my  guilt  was  there. 

5  A  change  was  felt  through  all  the  soul, 

And  joy  and  sorrow  flow'd  ; 
It  made  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
Reliev'd  me  of  my  load. 

6  O  may  I  never,  never  grieve, 

My  blessed  Saviour  more ! 
With  stronger  faith  may  I  believe, 
With  all  my  powers  adore. 

359.    CM. 
The  Mutual  Acts  of  Hope  and  Fear 

AS  beams  of  mercy  round  me  shone, 
To  Christ  I  all  resign'd, 
And  guilt,  and  fear  of  hell  were  gone, 
As  faith  on  him  reclin'd. 

2  The  hope  of  everlasting  rest, 

My  burthen 'd  heart  reliev'd, 
But  soon  a  fear  disturb'd  my  breast, 
Lest  I  should  be  deceiv'd. 

3  The  different  acts  of  hope  and  fear, 

While  they  themselves  contend, 
Awake  the  fervency  of  prayer, 
And  both  my  soul  befriend. 

4  Does  unbelief  mine  eye  bedim  ? 

Fear  hastes  to  seek  relief, 


CHRISTIAN   TESTIMONY.  360,  361 

And  thence  my  hope  revives  again, 
And  triumphs  o'er  its  grief. 

5  The  hope  of  his  approving  smile, 

Fear  of  his  chastening  rod, 
Move  and  assist  us  all  the  while, 
To  intercourse  with  God. 

6  This  filial  fear,  O  Lord,  increase, 

All  hurtful  fears  remove ; 
Grant  me  from  sin  a  full  release, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  love. 

360.  S.  M. 
Coming  before  the  Church. 

JESUS,  thou  hast  advis'd 
All  needy  souls  to  come 
To  thee,  and  yield  to  be  baptis'd, 
And  make  thy  church  their  home. 

2  Obedient  to  thy  call, 

I  come  to  Zion  now, 
To  own  that  thou  art  all  in  all, 
And  do  thy  will  below. 

3  O,  I  remember  well, 

When  lost  to  all  that 's  good, 
And  sinking  to  the  flames  of  hell, 
How  I  was  sav'd  by  blood. 

4  Dissolv'd  in  pious  grief, 

And  venting  broken  sighs  ; 
I  look'd  to  thee  and  found  relief, 
And  wip'd  my  streaming  eyes. 

5  Saviour,  if  then  I  felt 

The  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
Now  make  my  callous  bosom  melt, 
And  grant  renew'd  relief 

361.  CM. 

The  sweetness  of  Repentance. 

SWEET  were  the  tears  that  once  I  shed, 
Sweet  their  remembrance  now ; 


862  CHRISTIAN   TESTIMONY. 

'Twas  when  by  faith  I  saw  Him  bleed, 
1  o  whom  my  life  I  owe. 

2  Not  all  the  tears  that  sinners  shed, 

Could  ever  give  repose ; 
The  voice  of  God  awakes  the  dead, 
And  goodness  conquers  foes. 

3  Yet  when  I  feel  that  he  is  good, 

I  'm  melted  to  the  ground, 
And  find  in  Christ's  atoning  blood 
"  A  balm  for  every  wound." 

4  O  then  how  pleasing  'tis  to  weep ' 

O'erwhelm'd  with  grateful  grief; 
lne  tear  of  penitence  is  sweet, 
And  always  brings  relief. 

362.    S.  M. 
We  love  Hbn,  because  He  first  loved  us. 

I  LOVE  my  Saviour  God, 
Because  he  first  lov'd  me ; 
Because  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 
To  set  my  spirit  free. 

2  'Twas  love  my  bosom  felt, 

And  made  me  wipe  my  eyes, 
When  low  before  his  throne  I  knelt, 
To  pour  my  feeble  cries. 

3  Touch'd  by  his  dying  love, 

I  melted  into  grief; 
Swift  on  the  wings  of  love  he  mov'd, 
And  brought  me  sweet  relief. 

4  With  my  whole  heart  I  love 

__ rThe  God  that  lov'd  and  bled  ; 
Who  left  the  shining  realms  above, 
And  surfer'd  in  my  stead. 

5  Who  can  forbear  to  love 

A  God  so  good  and  kind  ? 

Sure  he  is  worthy  to  be  lov'd 

By  me  and  all  mankind. 


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CHRISTIAN   TESTIMONY.  363   364 

363.     S.  M.     Stennett. 
Praise  for  Conversion.     Psalm  lxvi.  16. 
OME,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 


And  listen,  while  I  tell, 
How  narrowly  my  feet  esrap'd 
The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 

2  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief, 

Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind  ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

3  At  length  to  God  I  cried  ; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh  ; 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  high. 

4  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd  ; 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd  ; 
Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile, 
The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

5  O,  may  T  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God ! 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

364.    CM.    Psalm  cxvi.    Watts. 
Gracious  Deliverance  acknowledged. 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 

My  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
The  life  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 


365, 366  baptism. 

4  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine. 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move ; 
Thy  hands  have  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

5  Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


BAPTISM. 


365.  C.  M. 
Christ's  Baptism. 

WHEN  Christ,  who  came  my  soul  to  s 
In  Jordan  was  baptiz'd  ; 
Arising  from  the  liquid  grave, 
A  voice  from  heaven  replies  : — 

2  Thou  art  my  well-beloved  Son, 

Let  men  thy  word  obey ; 
I  am  well  pleas'd  that  thou  hast  shown 
Thy  flock  this  humble  way. 

3  O  heavenly  Dove,  who  did  descend, 

And  rest  upon  his  brow  ! 
With  all  thy  quickening  power  attend 
Upon  thine  ordinance  now. 

4  And  while  we  in  obedience  move, 

And  thy  command  obey  ; 
O  breathe  the  power  of  faith  and  love, 
And  wash  our  sins  away. 

366.  CM. 
Christ's  Baptism  inspires  Faith. 

SAVIOUR,  wast  thou  baptis'd  in  blood, 
Immers'd  in  woe  for  me ! 
And  shall  I  not  obey  thy  word, 
And  be  baptis'd  with  thee  ? 


BAPTISM.  367 

2  Didst  thou  reclaim  my  sinful  heart, 

From  bondage  set  me  free  ? 
And  shall  I  not  with  all  things  pari, 
My  gracious  Lord,  for  thee  I 

3  Didst  thou  into  the  Jordan  go, 

To  show  my  feet  the  path  ? 
Didst  thou  rise  out  of  Jordan  too  I— 
1  feel  the  inspiring  faith  ; — 

4  That  thou  art  Christ  the  Son  of  God  ; 

Baptis'd  beneath  the  stream  ; — 
Faith  that  immersion  is  the  mode 
By  which  we  own  thy  name. 

5  O  let  me  feel  a  conscience  too, 

At  peace  with  God  above ! 

For  ever  thy  blest  way  pursue, 

Nor  ever  from  thee  rove. 

367.    S.  M. 
Baptism  a  voluntary  act  of  its  Subject. 

OBEDIENT  to  the  word, 
He  that  would  be  baptis'd 
Must  be  immers'd,  like  Christ  the  Lord, 
Like  Christ  the  Lord,  arise. 

2  Upon  his  name  must  call, 

Who  -died  to  set  us  free, 
Receiving  him  as  all  in  all 
A  willing  subject  be. 

3  Planted  into  his  death, 

His  resurrection  prove ; 
Possess  an  overcoming  faith, 
A  faith  that  works  by  love. 

4  Must  worship  in  the  act, 

The  act  must  be  his  own  ; 
His  conscience  answering  to  the  fact, 
That  duty  he  has  done. 


368, 369  baptism. 

5  But  where  the  rile  is  forc'd, 
Or  is  at  best  unknown, 
There  can  no  worship  be  address'd, 
No  peace  of  conscience  known. 

368.    C.  M. 
Faith  and  Baptism. 

GO,  preach  the  gospel,'  saith  the  Lord, 
'  To  all  the  sons  of  men ; 
He  that  believes  and  is  baptis'd, 
'  Salvation  shall  obtain.' 

2  That  thou  art  Christ  the  Son  of  God, 

I  firmly  do  believe  ; 
And  in  obedience  to  thy  word, 
Would  now  this  Rite  receive. 

3  Smile,  sacred  Spirit,  from  on  high, 

And  bless  us  in  the  flood  ; 

The  promise  to  our  souls  apply, 

And  seal  us  heirs  of  God. 

369.    C.  M. 
Putting  on  Christ  in  Baptism. 
I^IOME,  Holy  Ghost,  thy  influence  shed 
™-^  On  each  and  every  heart, 
Quick'ning  to  life  the  guilty  dead- 
Joy  to  the  saints  impart. 

2  With  holy  zeal  my  breast  inspire, 

With  love  my  heart  inflame ; 
Father,  bestow  the  pure  desire, 
To  own  thy  sacred  name. 

3  Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word 

To  put  the  Saviour  on, — 
Be  buried  in  the  yielding  flood. 
His  awful  name  to  own. 

4  To  thee  I  all  my  powers  resign, 

Thou  holy  One  in  Three ; 
And  by  this  Rite,  this  mystic  sign, 
Devote  myself  to  thee. 


370,371 


370.  CM. 

Baptis'd  into  the  Name  of  the  Trinity . 

IN  thy  great  name,  Supreme  of  all, 
We  come  to  be  baptis'd  ; 
And  whilst  to  nothing  here  we  fall, 
O  speak,  and  bid  us  rise ! 

2  Thy  name  makes  all  creation  fear, 

The  earth,  and  sea,  and  skies ; 
And  shall  not  we  that  name  revere, 
And  in  it  be  baptis'd  I 

3  Info  thy  name,  thou  God  of  hosts, 

Thou  sacred  One  in  Three, 
Great  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
We  would  baptised  be. 

4  Renouncing  all  our  former  ways, 

Henceforth  would  live  to  thee ; 
And  O  may  all  our  future  days 
To  thee  devoted  be. 

371.  S.  M. 

Arise,  and  be  baptised,  and  wa.sk  away  thy  sin. 

AS  water  purifies, 
And  makes  the  filthy  clean ; 
So  faith  the  blood  of  Christ  applies, 
To  cleanse  the  soul  from  sin. 

2  "  Call'd  from  above.  I  rise 

"  To  wash  away  my  sin ;" 
With  Christ  my  iLord  to  be  baptis'd, 
And  prove  my  love  of  Him. 

3  Henceforth,  vain  world,  adieu, 

You  have  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  was  bound  m  love  of  you, 
But  Christ  has  set  me  free. 

4  Aspiring  to  God,  I  rise 

Above  your  flattering  charms  ; 
To  heaven  I  lift  my  longing  eyes, 
To  Chris-:  extend  my  arms. 
K  ' 


372, 373  baptism. 

5  Dead  be  my  heart  to  all, 
To  all  below  the  skies  ; 
My  Saviour,  I  obey  thy  call, 
And  rise  to  be  baptis'd. 

372.    CM. 
Grateful  obedience  in  Baptism. 

ALMIGHTY  Saviour!  didst  thou  bleed, 
And  groan,  and  die  for  me  ? 
And  poor  become,  that  rich  indeed 
I  might  for  ever  be  ? 

2  Didst  thou  the  cross  for  me  sustain, 

And  bear  my  sinful  load, 
In  agonizing  sweat  and  pain, 
That  I  might  dwell  with  God  ? 

3  What  can  I  do  thy  name  to  praise, 

Who  died  to  set  me  free  ? 
At  thy  command  will  be  baptis'd, 
Through  grace,  will  follow  thee. 

4  O  let  thy  Spirit  be  my  guide 

Through  all  my.  future  way  ,• 
To  keep  me  near  thy  wounded  side, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray. 

373.    S.  M. 
Following  Jesus. 

JESUS,  thou  dying  Lamb, 
Take  all  my  sins  away  ; 
Thine  is  the  sacrifice  I  bring, 
And  thee  I  would  obey. 

2  Within  thy  book  I  trace 

The  way  that  thou  dids*  go  j 
And  by  thy  all-assisting  grace, 
I  will  that  way  pursue. 

3  Baptis'd  in  Jordan's  stream, 

Was  Christ  my  blessed  Lord! 
O  let  me  ever  follow  him, 
Obedient  to  his  word. 


374,375 


374.    CM. 
Motives  of  Sinners  and  Saints  Different. 

WHAT  shall  I  do,  the  sinner  cries, 
That  I  may  get  to  heaven  ? 
Believe  in  Christ,  the  word  replies, 
And  thou  shalt  be  forgiven. 

2  The  grateful  Saint  looks  upwards  too, 

And  hopes  with  Christ  to  be, — 
Saviour,  he  cries,  what  shall  I  do, 
To  prove  my  love  of  thee? 

3  Come,  follow  me,  the  Lord  replies. 

Into  the  watery  grave ; 
He  that  believes^  and  is  baptis'd, 
1  pledge  my  word  to  save. 

4  Follow  in  all  that  I  require ; 

Obedience  is  the  road, 
By  which  to  heaven  you  should  aspire, 
By  which  commune  with  God. 


B 


375.    C.  M. 

Why  tarriest  thou  ?  arise,  and  be  baptised.    Acts  xxii.  16 

•  ELIEVLNG  soul, '  why  tarriest  thou? 
'  'Arise,  and  be  baptised;' 
Yield  to  the  word — to  Jesus  bow ; 
Let  pride  be  sacrific'd. 

2  Bury'd  in  baptism  with  our  God, 

We  bid  the  world  adieu ; 
Rising  like  him  from  Jordan's  flood, 
Begin  our  lives  anew. 

3  Ye  gilded  vanities  depart, 

With  all  your  flattering  charms  ; 
I  clasp  my  Saviour  to  my  heart, 
He  folds  me  in  his  arms. 

4  O  may  thy  arms,  Almighty  Lord. 

Support  me  through  the  way, 
And  while  I  thus  thy  grace  record. 
Let  tin  be  wash'd  awav- 


876, 377  baptism. 

376.    6.6.6.6.8.8. 

Follow  thou  me.    John  xxi.  22.    Matt.  lii.  13 — 17.    Act* 

xxii.  16. 

'•"W^THY  tarriest  thou?  arise! 

»  »     '  And  be  baptis'd  straightway ;' 

This  institution  prize ; 

O  come  without  delay ; 
If  Jesus  has  thy  sins  forgiven, 
This  is  the  way  that  leads  to  heaven. 

2  This  is  the  way  he  trod, 
He  bow'd  beneath  the  stream  ; 
His  Father  and  our  God 
Did  not  account  it  mean  ; 

But  loud  proclaim'd,  "  This  is  my  Son, 

'  And  I'm  well  pleas'd  with  what  he 's  done.' 

3  Down  from  the  shining  skies, 
Descends  the  peaceful  Dove, 
To  Jesus'  head  he  flies, 
His  conduct  to  approve; 

Thus  Father,  Son  and  Spirit  too. 
Unite  to  teach  us  what  to  do. 

4  How  can  we  then  delay, 
Since  He  our  glorious  head, 
To  show  our  feet  the  way, 
Beneath  the  stream  is  laid  ? 

Believing  soul,  he  speaks  to  thee, 
And  kindly  says,  come,  follow  me. 

377.     C.  M.    Rippoiis  Selection. 
The  love  of  Christ  constraineih  us.     2  Cor.  v.  14. 

DEAR  Lord,  and  has  thy  pardoning  love 
Embrae'd  a  wretch  so  vile  ? 
Then  kindly  bid  each  cloud  remove, 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile. 
2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endur'd, 
And  all  its  shame  despis'd  ? 
And  shall  1  be  ashaw'd,  O  Lord, 
With  thee  to  be  \  apttfd  ? 


378 


3  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed, 
That 's  worthy  of  my  God  ? 

4  Dear  Lord,  the  ardour  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays  ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

378.     L.  M.     Francis. 
Not  ashamed  of  Jesus. 

JESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee ! 
Ashamed  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  minf. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No ;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus ! — yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save  : 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 

6  His  institutions  would  I  prize, 

Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise ; 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws, 


379,  380  THE   CHURCH. 

THE  CHURCH. 

379.    L.  M.     Wails. 

God  the  glory  and  defence  of  Zi'on. 

APPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 


H 


The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace ; 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits  ,• 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fixt  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

3  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  snn ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run. 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

380.     S.  M.     Walts. 
The  Church  is  the  honour  and  safety  of  a  Nation. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great  ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand ! 

The  honour  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  distress ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 

In  every  new  distress 
We  '11  to  his  house  repair, 
We  '11  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 


THE  CHURCH  381.  382 

381.     C.  M.     tiippon's  Selection. 
The  Church  described.    Cant.  vi.  10. 

SAY,  who  is  she  that  looks  abroad    • 
Like  the  sweet-blushing  dawn, 
When  with  her  living  light  she  paints 
The  dew-drops  of  the  lawn? 

2  Fair  as  the  moon  when  in  the  skies, 

Serene  her  throne  she  guides, 
And  o'er  the  twinkling  stai-s  supreme 
In  full-orb'd  glory  rides ; 

3  Clear  a?  the  sun,  when  from  the  east, 

Without  a  cloud,  he  springs, 
And  scatters  boundless  light  and  heat 
From  his  resplendent  wings; 

4  Tremendous  as  a  host  that  moves 

Majestically  slow, 
With  banners  wide  display'd,  all  arrn'd, 
All  ardent  for  the  foe  ? 

5  This  is  the  church  by  heaven  array'd 

With  strength  and  grace  divine"; 
Thus  shall  she  strike  her  foes  with  dread, 
And  thus  her  glories  shine. 

382.     L.  M.    Watts. 
The  Church  the  Garden  of  Christ.    Cant.  iv.  12 — 15 

WE  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 
Chosen  and  made  peculiar  ground, 
A  little  spot  inclos'd  by  grace, 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wdderness. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  spice  we  stand 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
And  all  his  springs  in  Zion  flow 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake!  O  heavenly  wind,  and  come, 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume ; 
Spirit  divine !  descend  and  breathe 

A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 


383   384  THE    CHURCH. 

4  Make  our  best  spices  flow  abroad 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  ! 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  every  grace  be  active  here. 

383.     CM.     Watts. 
The  Constitution  of  a  Church. 

ARISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo!  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blest. 

2  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  my  praise  be  spread  ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

And  fill  thy  poor  wilh  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
m      With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne  ; 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honours  shall  adorn  his  crown 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 


B 


384.    L.  M.    J.  B.  Cook. 
The  stability  of  the  Church. 
OUGHT  with  the  Saviour's  precious  blood 


Thy  church,  O  God,  has  firmly  stood ; 
Built  on  the  rock  secure  she  stands, 
Like  some  tall  cliff  in  distant  lands. 

2  When  hosts  of  foes  against  her  came. 
Regardless  of  thy  powerful  name, 
Thine  arm,  O  Lord,  salvation  wrought 
For  them  who  thy  protection  sought. 


'COVENANTING.  385,386 

3  Strike  to  the  Lord  each  joyful  string, 
Awake  each  tuneful  power  and  sing  ; 
Ye  saints,  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Loud  let  the  pleasing  anthem  swell. 

385.    S.  M.    DobelVs  Selection. 
Coming  up  from  the  wilderness.     Cant.  viii.  5. 

FROM  sin's  dark,  thorny  maze, 
To  Canaan's  fertile  plains, 
A  traveling  fair  one  in  distress, 

On  her  Beloved  leans. 

Through  fire  and  flood  she  goes, 

A  weakling  more  than  strong — 
Vents  in  his  bosom  all  her  woes, 

And  leaning  moves  along. 

When  dangers  round  her  press, 

And  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
She  leans  upon  his  righteousness. 

Whence  all  her  hopes  arise. 

When  guilt,  a  mighty  flood, 
•  Her  trembling  conscience  pains, 
Then  on  his  peace-procuring  blood 

This  travelling  fair  one  leans. 

She  views  his  promise  sure  ; 

Her  hopes  ail  centre  there  ; 
And  on  his  bosom  leans  secure, 

Whose  temples  bled  for  her. 

O'er  Jordan's  chilling  flood, 

When  call'd  by  death  to  go, 
She,  leaning  on  her  faithful  God, 

Shall  pass  triumphant  through. 


COVENANTING. 

386.    C.  M.     Wesley's  Coll. 
The  Church  Covenanting. 
<OME,  let  us  use  the  grace  divine, 
'  And  all  with  one  accord. 
K  2 


387  RECEIVING    TO    MEMBERSHIP- 

In  a  perpetual  Covenant  join 
Ourselves  to  Christ  the  Lord  : — 

2  Give  up  ourselves,  through  Jesus'  power, 

His  name  to  glorify ; 
And  promise,  in  this  sacred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  Covenant  we  this  moment  make, 

Be  ever  kept  in  mind ; 
O  may  we  ne'er  our  God  forsake, 
Nor  cast  his  words  behind. 

4  Through  grace  we  will  thy  name  revere, 

Who  hears  our  solemn  vow ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleas'd  to  hear, 
Come  down  and  bless  us  now ! 

5  To  each  the  Covenant  blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  sins  away  ; 
And  register  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 


RECEIVING  TO  MEMBERSHIP. 

387.    7's.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Prayer  for  Union,  Simplicity,  and  Protection 

GOD  of  love,  O  hear  our  prayer ! 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care  : 
We  on  thee  alone  depend — 
Love  us,  save  us  to  the  end. 

2  Save  us  in  the  prosperous  hour, 
From  the  flattering  tempter's  power, 
From  his  unsuspected  wiles, 

From  the  world's  pernicious  smiles. 

3  Cut  off  our  dependence  vain 
On  the  help  of  ieeble  man  ; 
Every  arm  of  flesh  remove 
Stay  us  on  eternal  love. 


RECEIVING   TO    MEMBERSHIP.  388 

4  Men  of  worldly,  low  design, 
Let  not  these  thy  people  join. 
Till  they  nothing  know  beside 
Jesus,  and  him  crucified. 

5  Save  us  from  the  great  and  wise, 
Till  they  sink  in  their  own  eyes, 
Tamely  to  thy  yoke  submit, 
Lay  their  honours  at  thy  feet. 

6  Never  let  the  world  break  in, 
Fix  a  mighty  gulf  between ; 
Keep  us  lowly  and  unknown, 
Priz'd  and  lov'd  of  thee  alone. 

388.    7s.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Prayer  for  Union  and  Holiness. 

JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  cease. 

2  By  Ihy  reconciling  love, 
Every  stumbling-block  remove, 
Each  lo  each  unite — endear  ; 
Come,  and  spiead  thy  banner  here. 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word  ; 
Make  us  like  our  blessed  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear, 
To  the  world  the  pattern  give, — 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

5  Free  from  anger — free  from  pride, — 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ;  * 
All  the  depths  of  love  express, 

All  the  heights  of  holiness. 


L 


389,  390,  391      receiving  to  membership. 
389.    CM. 
Invitation  to  the  Church. 
ET  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
I  Come  forth  and  make  it  known, 
Be  buried  in  the  yielding  stream, 
That  sacred  name  to  own. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  holy  joy, 

His  pleasing  rule  obey, 
And  every  power  for  him  employ, 
Through  all  life's  future  way. 

3  Why  will  you  longer  stay  behind  ? 

Behold  there  still  is  room ! 
Let  all  who  are  by  grace  inclin'd, 
Though  trembling,  rise  and  come. 

390.    CM. 
Receiving  a  baptised  Brother. 

BROTHER  in  Christ,  beloved  thou 
Because  thou  lovest  Him; 
Enter  and  welcome — enter  now, 
And  fight  with  hell  and  sin. 

2  Accept  the  testimonial  hand, 

Of  love  and  union  dear  ; 

Within  the  gate  of  Zion  stand, 

And  prove  thyself  sincere. 

3  Be  it  thy  future,  constant  aim, 

Thy  never-failing  end  ; 
To  glorify  his  sacred  name, 
And  show  thyself  his  friend. 

391.    C  M. 
Prayer  at  uniting  with  the  Church 

OUT  of  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  eome, 
Thy  precepts  to  obey  ; 
To  make  thy  church  my  future  home, 
While  here  on  earth  I  stay. 

2  All  weakness,  and  unholy  too, 
Saviour,  1  dare  not  say, 


RECEIVING   TO    MEMBERSHIP.  392,  393 

I  'II  never  cease  thy  will  to  do, 
"  But  grant  I  never  may." 

3  Grant  me  thy  perfect  love  to  know, 
That  love  in  me  reveal ; 
That  I  may  honour  thee  below, 
And  with  thee  ever  dwell 

392.     CM.    Altered. 
Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord.     Gen.  xxir.  3. 

COME  in,  ye  blessed  of  our  God, 
And  join  his  children  here ; 
Wash'd  in  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood, 
For  him,  your  Lord,  appear. 

2  Stay  not  within  the  wilderness, 

Nor  waiting  at  the  door; 
Sweet  Jesus  will  your  woes  redress, 
Were  they  ten  thousand  more. 

3  Though  fearing,  trembling,  rise  and  come ! 

Yield  to  the  Saviour's  voice: 
For  hung'ring,  thirsting  souls,  there  's  room  ; 
O  make  the  blissful  choice ! 

4  Room  in  the  Saviour's  gracious  breast — 

That  breast  which  glows  with  love ; 
Room  in  the  church,  his  chosen  rest. 
And  room  in  heaven  above. 

5  Why  will  you  longer  lingering  stay, 

When  Jesus  says, '  there  's  room  ?' 
'  Now  is  the  time",  th'  accepted  day — 
'  Arise !  he  bids  you  come !' 

393.     L.  M.     Altered. 
An  Invitation  to  Young  Converts. 

COME  in,  ye  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Ye  that  believe  his  holy  word ; 
Your  Saviour's  boundless  goodness  prove, 
And  feast  on  his  redeeming  love. 


394,  395,  396    receiving  to  membership. 

2  Why  should  you  longer  stay  without? 
Why  should  you  longer  fear  or  doubt  ? 
Why  will  you  longer  lingering  wait  ? 

0  enter  now  fair  Zion's  gate ! 

3  Let  every  soul  that 's  born  again, 
No  longer  wait,  but  now  come  in; 
Yield  to  the  Lord,  and  thence  receive 
Whate'er  a  pardoning  God  can  give. 

394.     CM. 
Dedication  to  Grjd. 

WASH'D  in  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood, 
Buried  beneath  the  wave  ; 

1  now  approach  thy  throne,  my  God, 

And  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

2  I  yield  to  thy  divine  control ; 

To  thee  I  all  resign ; 
O  take  my  flesh,  my  heart,  my  soul, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

3  Thine  may  I  live,  thine  may  I  die, 

And  thine  for  ever  be ; 
Fain  would  I  soar  to  worlds  on  high, 
And  lose  myself  in  thee. 

395.  L.  M.    Maclay's  Selection. 
Admission  of  New  Members.    Gen.  xxiv.  31. 

WELCOME,  Ve  well-beloved  of  God, 
Ye  heirs  of  grace,  redeem'd  with  blood ; 
Welcome,  with  us  your  hands  to  join, 
As  partners  of  our  lot  divine. 
2  Embrace  the  cross,  and  bear  it  on  ; 
It  shall  be  light,  and  not  be  long  ; 
Soon  shall  we  sit  with  Jesus  down, 
And  wear  a  never  fading  crown. 

396.  L.  M.    Maclay's  Selection. 
Receiving  an  Individual.    Gen.  xxiv.  31 

COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord,' 
Enter  in  Christ  the  Saviour's  name  : 


RECEIVING   TO   MEMBERSHIP.  397,  398 

We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  our  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Thy  name,  'tis  hoped,  already  stands 
Mark'd  in  the  book  of  life  above ; 
And  now  to  thine  we  join  our  hands, 
In  token  of  our  Christian  love. 

397.     8.  7,    Altered. 
A  hearty  Welcome  to  Baptised  Believers. 

WELCOME  here,  our  friend  and  brother, 
Welcome  all  our  joys  to  share ; 
Kind  and  faithful  to  each  other, 
May  we  feel  a  brother's  care  ! 

2  Here  expos' d  to  sore  temptation, 

Let  us  bear  each  other's  load  ; 
Till  we  gain  complete  salvation, 
In  the  presence  of  our  God. 

3  Christians,  thus  together  walking, 

Mutual  light  and  strength  impart ; 
While  of  Christ  the  Saviour  talking, 
Love  inflames  their  every  heart. 

4  Welcome  all  who  feel  in  union, 

Who  believe  and  are  baptis'd ; 

Welcome  here  to  full  communion, 

Welcome,  soon,  to  endless  joys. 

398.     C.  M.     Parkinson's  Selection. 
The  Church  rejoicing  at  receiving  Members 

OWITH  what  pleasure  we  behold, 
Sinners  to  Canaan  move  ! 
Leaving  the  fleeting  things  below, 
For  greater  things  above. 

1  These,  having  openly  confess'd 
The  great  Immanuel's  name, 
With  sacred  pleasure  we  embrace, 
As  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


399,  400  the  lord's  supper. 

3  Lord,  may  they  ever  live  to  thee, 
And  grow  in  heavenly  love  ; 
Still  may  they  fight,  and  never  flee, 
Till  crown  d  with  thee  above. 


R 


399.     L.  M.     Parkin  son's  Selection. 
Young  Members  wishing  to  live  to  God. 
EXEW'D  by  grace,  we  love  the  word. 


And  yield  our  souls  to  Christ  the  Lord 
Then  to  the  church  ourselves  we  give. 
In  holy  fellowship  lo  live. 

2  Lord,  may  we  feel  that  we  are  thine, 
And  sweetly  on  thy  breast  recline ; 
Thy  name  revere,  thy  word  obey, 
And  never  cease  to  watch  and  pray. 

3  May  we  continue  in  thy  ways* 
Delight  to  pray — delight  to  praise; 
Among  thv  saints  abide  in  love, 
Till  call'd  to  shine  in  realms  above. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER 

400.     L.  M.     Walls. 

77ie  Lord's  Supper  instituted.     1  Cor.  xi.  23,  &c. 

TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes  : 

!  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 
He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd,  and  brake: 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

!  '  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin. 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ;' 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine ; 
'  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  mv  blond.' 


THE  lord's  supper.  401.402 

4  '  Do  this,'  he  cried,  'till  time  shall  end, 
In  memory  of  your  dying  friend  ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord ! 

401.     CM.    Relief  Hymns. 
Do  this  in  Remembrance  of  Me. 

ACCORDING  to  thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  my  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice ! 
I  must  remember  thee  : — 

4  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ,• — 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

5  And  when  these  feetle  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind,  and  memory  flee, 
And  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come. 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

402.    C.  M.     Pres.  Standard. 
The  Holy  Spirit  Invoked  at  the  Table. 

TOGETHER  with  these  symbols,  Lord, 
Thy  blessed  self  impart; 
And  let  thy  sacred  flesh  and  blood, 
Feed  the  believing  heart. 

2  Let  us  from  all  our  sins  be  wash'd 
In  thy  atoning  blood  ; 
And  let  thy  Spirit  be  the  seal. 
That  we  are  born  of  God 


403,  404  the  lord's  supper. 

3  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  with  Jesu's  love, 
Prepare  us  for  the  feast ; 
O  let  us  banquet  with  our  Lord, 
And  lean  upon  his  breast 

403.     CM.    Hart. 
A  remembrance  of  Christ  at  his  table. 

THAT  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Did  almost  with  his  latest  breath 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  we  are  met, 

And  to  remember  thee  : 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
'  The  Saviour  died  for  me.' 

3  Thy  sufferings,  Lord,  each  sacred  sign 

To  our  remembrance  brings ; 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine  ; 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O  tune  our  tongues,  and  put  in  frame 

Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 
To  sing — Hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me. 

404.    L.  M.   Watts 
Crucifixion  to  the  World  by  the  Cross  of  Christ. 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  ray  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 


THE  lord's  suiter.  405 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

405.     C.  M.    Wads. 
The  Feast  of  Divine  Love.     Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 

HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
Where  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores ! 

2  Here  every  bowel  of  our  God 

With  soft  compassion  rolls, 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying.souls. 

3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
'  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ?' 

4  '  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there  's  room  ? 
While  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  V 

5  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forc'd  us  in, 
Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste, 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 

6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Constrafin  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 


406,  407  the  lord's  supper. 

406.    CM. 
Prayer  al  (Jie  Lord's  Table. 

RESPLENDENT  Sun!  thy  rays  impart : 
Shed  forth  thy  light  and  heat; 
Diffuse  thy  warmth  through  every  heart; — 
Make  our  communion  sweet. 

2  Celestial  breeze,  awake,  and  come  ; 

Descend,  enlivening  showers, 
Breathe  on  our  souls  a  rich  perfume, 
And  cheer  these  withering  flowers. 

3  Sweet  odours  then  shall  spread  abroad, 

And  fill  the  sacred  place  ; 
And  we  '11  address  our  Saviour  God, 
In  songs  of  thankful  praise. 

407.     C.  M.     Wads. 
Divine  Glurifs,  and  our  graces. 

HOW  are  thy  glories  here  displav'd, 
Great  God,  how  bright  they  shine! 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine. 

2  Here  thy  revenging  justice  stands, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  cause; 
Here  saving  mercy  spreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jesus  on  the  cross. 

3  Thy  saints  attend  with  every  grace, 

On  this  great  sacrifice  ; 
And  love  appears  w-ith  cheerful  face, 
And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  posture  site, 

To  heaven  directs  her  sight; 
Here  every  wanner  passion  meets, 
And  warmer  powers  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  Revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  rising  sin  destroy; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the 


ORDINATIONS.  408,  409 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  sight, 
Let  sin  for  ever  die  : 
Then  shall  our  souls  be  all  delight, 
And  every  tear  be  dry. 

408.     C.  M.     Hart. 
The  Lord's  Supper  received  in  faith,  hope,  and  Lore. 

THE  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief, 
Thy  sufferings,  and  thy  death, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
And  would  receive  in  faith. 

.  The  symbols  sent  us  to  relieve 
Our  spirits  when  they  droop, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
And  would  receive  in  hope. 

i  The  pledges  thou  wast  pleas'd  to  leave, 
Our  mournful  minds  to  move, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
And  would  receive  in  love. 

4  Here,  in  obedience  to  thv  word, 
We  take  the  bread  and  wine.. 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  O  Lord, 
For  all  beyond  is  thine. 


ORDINATIONS. 

409.    L.  M.    Epis.  Coll. 
Matt.  x. 

GO  forth,  ye  heralds,  m  my  name, 
Sweetly  the  gospel  trumpet  sound 
The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 
Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

2  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 

And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies ; 
With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 
And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes 


414,  415  ORDINATIONS. 

4  Tell  him  it  was  sovereign  grace, 
Wrought  on  you  to  seek  his  face — 
Made  you  choose  the  better  part — 
Brought  salvation  to  your  heart. 

414.    CM. 
T7ie  deacons  addressed,  and  charged. 

DEACONS,  awake  !  the  work  fulfil, 
The  work  to  you  assign'd  ; 
Discharge  your  sacred  duties  well, 
With  pure  and  upright  mind. 

2  The  table  of  your  gracious  Lord — 

The  Lord  for  us  who  died ; 
The  church's  poor,  and  pastor's  board, 
By  you  must  be  supply 'd. 

3  How  great,  how  solemn  your  employ ! 

Preserve  a  conscience  pure  ; 

Be  grave  amidst  your  social  joy, 

And  blameless  and  sincere. 

4  Still  let  the  mystery  of  your  faith, 

In  bright  effulgence  glow  ; 
Hear  what  the  Lord,  your  Saviour  saith — 
'  Fulfil  your  work  below.' 

5  Then  shall  you  up  to  glory  rise, 

And  fill  that  heavenly  place, — 
That  place  of  pure  celestial  joys 
Assign'd  you  by  his  grace ! 

415.     L.  M.     Daniel's  Selection. 
At  the  setting  apart  of  a  deacon  to  his  office. 

HEAD  of  the  Church !  thy  care  we  bless ; 
Thy' bounties  are  bwth  rich  and  large: 
While  teachers  on  their  teaching  wait, 
Our  temp'rals  are  the  deacon's  charge. 

2  Up  to  thy  throne  we  lift  our  eyes, 
For  blessings  to  attend  our  choice  ; 
Of  him  whose  generous  prudent  zeal, 
Shall  make  thy  favour'd  ways  rejoice. 


ORDINATION'S.  410 

3  By  purest  love  to  Christ  and  truth. 
May  he  obtain  a  good  degree 

Of  boldness  in  the  Christian  faith, 
And  meet  the  smile  of  thine  and  thee. 

4  And  when  the  work  to  him  assign'd — 
The  work  of  love  is  fully  done ; 

Call  him  from  serving  tables  here, 
To  heaven,  his  endless,  blissful  home. 

416.     C.  M.     J.  B.  Cook. 
At  a  deacon's  being  set  apart  to  office 

UP  to  thy  throne,  O  God  of  love, 
Would  we  now  lift  our  eyes; 
Grant  us  thy  presence  from  above, 
And  hear  our  feeble  cries. 

2  Upon  thy  servant,  call'd  to  fill 

The  deacon's  sacred  trust, 
O,  may  the  spirit's  grace  distil, 
And  make  him  wise  and  just. 

3  Help  him  thy  table,  Lord,  to  spread, 

In  memory  of  that  night, 
When  powers  of  darkness  at  thy  head 
Aim'd  their  malignant  spite. 

4  By  faith  and  prayer,  may  he  uphold 

"His  faithful  pastor's  hands, 
And  to  his  temp'ral  wants  afford 
Such  aid  as  God  commands. 

5  Thy  poor,  the  objects  of  thy  love, 

Who  want  and  famine  dread, 
Towards  them  make  his  bowels  move. 
And  grant  supplies  of  bread. 

6  Thus  may  he  use  his  office  well, 

And  to  himself  procure 
Great  boldness  in  the  Christian  faith, 
And  find  the  promise  sure 

Li 


417,413  CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES. 

CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES. 

417.  CM.    Watts. 
Aspiring  to  Heavenly  Joys. 

THERE'S  nothing  round  the  spacious  earth, 
That  suits  my  large  desires ; 
To  boundless  joys  and  solid  mirth, 
My  nobler  thought  aspires. 

2  Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  sin  and  dross  refin'd  ,• 
Still  springing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  fit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

3  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I  'd  climb  the  heavenly  road  ; 
There  sits  my  Saviour  cfoth'd  in  love, 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 

418.  C  M.     Walls. 
Paradise  on  Earth. 

WHEN  Christ,  with  all  his  graces  crown 
Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heaven  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

2  A  blooming  paradise  of  joy 

In  this  wild  desert  springs ; 
And  every  sense  I  straight  employ 
On  sweet  celestial  things. 

3  But,  ah !  how  soon  my  joys  decay ! 

How  soon  my  sins  arise, 
And  snatch  the  heavenly  scene  away 
From  these  lamenting  eyes  ! 

4  When  shall  the  time,  dear  Jesus,  when 

The  shining  day  appear, 
That  I  shall  leave  these  clouds  of  sin, 
And  guilt  and  darkness  here. 


CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES.  419,  420 

5  Up  to  the  fields  above  the  skies 
My  hasty  feet  would  go, — 
There  everlasting  flowers  arise, 
And  joys  unwithering  grow. 

419.    C.  M.    W.  &  B. 
Longing  for  Heaven.    Job  hi.  17.  vii.  lf». 

TO  that  dear  world  of  light  and  bliss, 
Above  the  starry  skies, 
Tir'd  of  the  sins  and  griefs  of  this, 
I  lift  my  longing  eyes. 

2  There  Jesus,  the  unsetting  Sun, 

Darts  forth  his  brightest  rays, 
And  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Unite  to  love  and  praise. 

3  'Tis  there  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

And  all  is  peace  within, 
The  mind  with  guilt  no  more  opprest, 
The  conscience  all  serene. 

4  Discord  and  strife,  those  regions  fly, 

Distrust  and  slavish  fear ; 
No  longer  heaves  the  pensive  sigh, 
Or  drops  the  briny  tear. 

5  And  can  I  longer  wish  to  stay, 

So  far  from  that  abode  ? 
Kind  angels,  bear  my  soul  away. 
That  I  may  dwell  with  God. 

420.     C.  M.    Watts. 
Doubts  scattered, ;  or,  Joy  restored. 

HENCE  from  my  soul,  sad  thoughts,  begone, 
And  leave  me  to  my  joys  ; 
My  tongue  shall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise. 

2  Darkness  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 
And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears, 
Till  sovereign  grace  with  shining  rays 
Dispell'd  my  gloomy  fears. 


421,  422  CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES. 

3  O  what  immortal  joys  I  felt; 

And  raptures  all  divine, 
When  Jesus  told  me  I  was  his, 
And  my  beloved  mine  ! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  soul, 

And  breaks  my  peace  in  vain, 
One  glimpse,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face, 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

421.    CM.    Beddome. 
Resignation  ;  or,  God  our  Portion. 

MY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
Great  God !  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 

Yet  would  I  not  repine ; 
Before  they  were  possess'd  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murm'ring  word, 

Though  the  whole  world  were  gone ; 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

4  What  is  the  world,  with  all  its  stores  ? 

'Tis  but  a  bitter  sweet , 
When  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rose, 
A  piercing  thorn  I  meet. 

5  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found, 

The  honey 's  mix'd  with  gall ; 
'Miflst  changing^cenes,  and  dying  friends, 
Be  Thou  my  all  in  all. 

422.     CM.     Steele. 
Humble  Reliance  and  Submission. 

MY  God,  my  Father,  thou  art  wise; 
O  bend  my  will  to  thine! 
Whate'er  tny  providence  denies, 
I  calmly  would  resign. 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  423 

2  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

O  give  me  strength  to  bear ! 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 

3  If  pain  and  sickness  rend  this  frame, 

And  life  almost  depart, 
Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same, 
To  cheer  my  drooping  heart? 

4  If  cares  and  sorrows  me  surround, 

Their  power  why  should  I  fear  ? 
My  inward  peace  they  cannot  wound, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

5  Thy  sovereign  ways  are  all  unknown 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  let  my  soul,  adoring, 'own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

423.     CM.     Cowper. 
Submission. 

OLORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  "me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No!  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  through 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way 

Shall  I  resist  them  both? 


424,  425  CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth ! 

6  But,  ah !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

424.     CM.    Watts. 
Formality  in  Worship,  detestable. 
^~i  OD  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise, 
VJT  He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  hearts  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honour  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways 

And  make  ray  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

425.     L.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
In  your  patience  possess  ye  your  souls. 

PATIENCE !— O,  what  a  grace  divine ! 
Sent  from. the  God  of  power  and  love 
Submissive  to  its  Father's  hand, 
As  through  the  wilds  of  life  we  rove. 

2  By  patience  we  serenely  bear 
The  troubles  of  our  mortal  state, 
And  wait  contented  our  discharge, 
Nor  think  our  glory  comes  too  late. 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  426 

3  Though  we,  in  full  sensation,  feel 

The  weight,  the  wounds,  our  God  ordains, 
We  smile  amid  our  heaviest  woes, 
And  triumph  in  our  sharpest  pains. 

4  O  for  this  grace  to  aid  us  on, 

And  arm  with  fortitude  the  breast; 
Till  life's  tumult'ous  voyage  is  o'er — 
We  reach  the  shores  of  endless  rest. 

5  Faith  unto  vision  shall  resign, 
•  Hope  shall  in  full  fruition  die ; 

And  patience  in  possession  end 

In  the  bright  world  of  bliss  on  high. 

426.     C  M. 
Tribulation  worketh  Patience.     Rom.  v.  3. 

PATIENCE  divine  !— how  rich  the  grace 
To  pilgrims  here  below ! 
Till  we  shall  meet  our  Saviour's  face, 
May  we  in  patience  grow. 

2  She  bears  the  chast'ning  hand  of  God, 

Nor  at  his  will  repines ; 
Nor  ever  drops  a  murm'ring  word, 
But  owns  her  countless  sins. 

3  While  threat'ning  tempests  beat  and  howl. 

She  hopes  and  waits  serene  ; 
Till  God  shall  all  their  rage  control. 
And  calm  the  boist'rous  scene. 

4  Just  like  the  palm,  beneath  her  load, 

She  lifts  her  head  above, 
Reclining  on  her  faithful  God. 
Rejoicing  in  his  love. 

5  Water'd  by  many  a  painful  tear 

For  sins  and  follies  past, 
Patience  resigns  to  Jesus  here, 
And  mounts  to  heaven  at  last 


427,  428  CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

427.    C.  M.     C.  Wesley. 
Impotence  confessed.     James  i.  17,  18. 

FATHER,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift, 
My  soul  on  thee  depends, 
Convinc'd  thai  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone 

And  power  and  wisdom  too, 
Without  the  spirit  of  thy  Son, 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought, 

Our  good  is  all  divine  : 
The  praise  of  every  virtuous  thought 
Or  righteous  work  is  thine. 

4  'Tis  not  of  him  that  wills,  or  runs, 

That  labours,  or  desires  ; 
In  answer  to  my  Saviour's  groans, 
Thy  love  my  breast  inspires : 

5  The  meritorious  cause  I  see, 

That  precious  blood  divine, 
And  I,  since  Jesus  died  for  me, 
Shall  live  for  ever  thine. 

428.     CM.    Watts. 
God's  care  of  Zion.    Isa.  xlix.  13,  &.C. 

NOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
And  burst  into  a  song ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart, 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirsty  Zion-hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  shower  salvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we,  then,  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions  and  complaints? 

Is  He  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  saints ! 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  420 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  she  has  borne  ? 
And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts, 
Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  '  Yet,'  saith  the  Lord, '  should  nature  change, 

'  And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
'Zion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 
'  Of  everlasting  Love. 

6  '  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 

'  I  have  engrav'd  her  name, 
'  My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruin'd  walls, 
'  And  build  her  broken  frame. 


429.     L.M    JVatts. 
Parting  with  carnal  joys. 

ISE1XD  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea. 
And  em^tv  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  waves  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair^ 
And  whilst  I  listeivd  lo  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 

That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bid  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes  ; 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

9  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God. 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll  ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 


430,  431  CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES. 


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430.     C.  M.     Newton. 

Old  things  are  passed  away.     2  Cor.  v.  17. 

ET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 


It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford, 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Since  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 
So  earthly  objects  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart : 
His  name  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixt  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 

6  Yes,  though  of  sinners  I  'm  the  worst, 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  will, 
For  if  thou  hadst  not  chose  me  first, 
I  had  refus'd  thee  still. 

431.     C.  M.     Watts. 
Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored.     Psalm  cii  13 — 21. 
ET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice, 


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Behold  the  promis'd  hour! 
Her  God  has  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 
2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  budt  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  432 

3  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes, 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners'  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

4  He  frees  the  souls  eondernn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

5  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust,  and  praise  th(-  Lord. 

432.     C.  M.     Walts. 
God's  presence  is  light  in  darkness 

MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heavens  around  me  shine, 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  his ! 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up,  with  joy,  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I  'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


433,  434  CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES. 

433.    S.  M.    Doddridge. 
Rejoicing  in  the  ways  of  God. 

NOW  let  our  voices  join, 
To  form  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  Sweet  flowers  of  paradise 
In  rich  profusion  spring ; 

The  Son  of. glory  gilds  the  palh, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

3  See  Salem's  golden  spires 
In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 

And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

4  All  honour  to  his  name 
Who  marks  the  shining  way ! 

To  Him,  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

434.     7's.     Cennick. 
Rejoicing  in  hope.     Isa.  xxxv.  10. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  our  Saviour's"  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  ancl  ways. 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  nappy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O,  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes  ; 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd ; 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 


CHRISTIAN'   EXERCISES  435,436 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us  undismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord !  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


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435.     L.  M.     Hart. 
The  stony  heart  lamented. 
H  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 


To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away, 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake. 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake  ;- 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt  ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  something,  Lord,  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  something,  much  I  need ; 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  move,  and  melt,  this  heart  of  mine. 

436.     C.  M.     Cowper. 
The  contrite  heart.    Isa.  Ivii.  15. 

THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
On  contrite  hearts  bestow ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 
2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 
Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 


437  CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee  if  I  could  ; 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 

Averse  to  all  that 's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But,  when  I  cry,  '  my  strength  renew,' 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer; 
I  sometimes  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  O,  make  this  heart  rejoice,  or  ache : 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And,  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
And  heal  it  if  it  be ! 

437.    C.  M.     Watts. 
Love  to  the  creatures  dangerous. 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky, 

Give  but  a  flattering  light; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ; 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour!  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away, 
From  all  created  good. 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  438 

43a    7's.    Newton. 
The  believer  anxious  about  his  state. 

TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought  ; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no ; 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove  ; 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain  ; 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mixt  with  all  I  do ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 

5  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  giief  and  thrall  ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel. 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

6  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet  ; 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd ; 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet  ; 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

7  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be,  indeed,  begun. 

8  Let  me  l®ve  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


39,440  CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES. 

439.  L.  M. 

Be  not  conformed  to  this  world.     Rom.  xii.  2. 

WHEN  first  the  Lord  his  grace  reveal'd, 
And  blest  me  with  a  pardon  seal'd  ; 
My  soul  was  fill'd  with  love  and  joy, 
And  prayer  and  praise  my  sweet  employ. 

2  With  what  delight  I  walk'd  the  road 
To  Zion,  still  my  blest  abode, 

To  mingle  songs  with  kindred  souls, 
For  here  salvation's  current  rolls  ! 

3  But  now,  alas!  those  scenes  have  fled, 
And  left  me  joyless,  dull,  and  dead  ; 
Now  prayer  and  praise  a  task  I  find, 
And  darkness  shrouds  my  guilty  mind. 

4  Can  this  vain  world  e'er  fill  the  place 
Once  occupied  by  cheering  grace  ? 
Its  glittering  toys,  its  specious  charms. 
Thrust  my  Redeemer  from  my  arms  ? 

5  Deluding  world  !  no  more  intrude ; 
Awake,  awake,  sweet  gratitude, 
Explore  the  blissful  scenes  once  felt, 
Perhaps  this  frozen  heart  may  melt. 

6  Arise,  my  faith,  on  wings  sublime, 
And  bear  this  stupid  soul  of  mine 
To  Calvary,  where  my  dying  God, 
Shall  drown  the  world  and  sin  in  blood. 

440.  C.  M. 

We  hanged  our  harps  upon  the  willows. 

ON  willows,  near  to  Babel's  flood, 
Our  tuneless  harps  we  hung, 
While  foes  to  us,  and  foes  to  God, 
Said, '  sing  us  Zion's  song.' 

2  When  love,  and  zeal,  and  joy  decline, 
And  darkness  reigns  within  ; 
When  doubts  and  tears  assail  the  mind, 
Is  it  a  time  to  sing? 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  441 

3  We  call  to  mind  those  happier  days, 

When  praise  was  our  employ ; 

But  now  we  weep,  in  silent  lays — 

Yet  tears,  too,  have  their  joy. 

4  Rememb'ring,  Lord,  how  once  we  felt, 

When  first  from  guilt  set  free, 
We  ask  thy  love,  our  hearts  to  melt, 
And  draw  us  back  to  thee. 

5  Let  sorrows  yield  to  thine  embrace ; 

Let  guilt  and  darkness  fly ; 
Then  tuneful  harps  shall  sound  thy  praise, 
In  strains  of  rapt'rous  joy. 

441.    L.  M. 
The  same.    Psalm  cxxxvii.  1 — 4. 

WHERE  Babel's  streams  ran  murmuring  by, 
We  hung  our  useless  harps  on  high ; 
Our  flowing  tears  increas'd  the  flood, 
For  we  had  wander'd  from  our  God. 

5  While  thus  our  harps  in  silence  hung, 
We  heard  from  many  an  impious  tongue, 
Wake  to  the  lays,  ye  Jews,  and  sing, 
The  praise  of  Zion's  sovereign  King. 

3  When  impious  men  grow  strangely  bold, 
When  love  declines,  and  zeal  grows  cold, 
And  harps  are  stript  of  every  string, 

Is  it  a  time  for  saints  to  sing  ? 

4  When  darkness  shrouds  my  trembling  mind, 
And  all  my  joys  seem  left  behind, 

And  doubts  and  fears  around  me  cling, 
Is  it  a  time  for  me  to  sing  ? 
2  O  Lord,  arise !  assert  thy  right, 

And  put  our  threatening  foes  to  flight  ; 
Tear  from  our  hearts  each  idol  fair, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

6  Awake,  our  harps,  in  tuneful  lays, 
Sound  to  the  dear  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  comes  our  miseries  to  redress, 

From  heaven  he  comes,  his  saints  to  bless. 


442,  443  CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES. 

442.     C.  M.     Steele. 
Watchfulness  and  Prayer.     Matt.  xxvi.  41. 

ALAS !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 
What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heaven,  O  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah !  how  vain ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

As*  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray, 
From  holiness  and  thee. 

443.     L.  M.     Beddome. 
Inconstancy  acknowledged. 

THE  wandering  star,  and  fleeting  wind, 
Both  represent  the  unstable  mind ; 
The  morning  cloud,  and  early  dew, 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 

2  But  cloud,  and  wind,  and  dew,  and  star, 
Faint  and  imperfect  emblems  are  ; 
Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be 

So  fickle,  and  so  false,  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk,  and  inward  frame, 
Scarce  through  a  single  hour  the  same ; 
We  vow,  and  straight  our  vows  forget, 
And,  then,  these  very  vows  repeat. 


CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES.  444 

4  We  sin  forsake,  to  sin  return  ; 

Are  hot,  are  cold,  rejoice,  and  mourn ; 
In  deep  distress,  then  raptures  feel, 
Now  on  the  mount,  now  in  the  vale. 

5  With  flowing  tears,  Lord,  we  confess 
Our  folly,  and  unstcadiastness ; 
When  shall  these  hearls  more  fixed  be, 
Fixt  by  thy  grace,  and  fixt  ibr  thee  ? 

444.     L.  M.     Steele. 
Complaining  at  the  throne  of  grace. 
'ERWHELM'D  with  restless  griefs  and  fears, 


O 


Lord,  I  approach  thy  mercy-seat, 
With  aching  heart,  and  flowing  tears, 
To  pour  my  sorrows  at  thy  feet. 

2  Thy  promises  are  large  and  free. 
To  humble  souls  who  seek  thy  face ; 
O  where,  for  refuge,  can  I  flee, 

My  God !  but  to  the  throne  of  grace  ? 

3  Thou  seest  the  tempest  of  my  soul, 
These  restless  waves  of  fear  and  sin ; 
Thy  voice  can  all  the  rage  control, 
And  make  a  sacred  calm  within. 

4  My  thoughts  recall  thy  favours  past, 
In  many  a  dark  distressing  hour, 
The  kind  support  my  heart  confess'd, 
And  own'd  thy  wisdom,  love,  and  power- 

5  And  still  these  bright  perfections  shine, 
Eternal  their  unclouded  rays ; 
Unchanging  faithfulness  is  thine, 

And  just,  and  right,  are  all  thy  ways. 

6  Let  thy  enliv'ning,  healing  voice, 
The  kind  assurance  of  thy  love, 
Relieve  my  heart,  revive  my  joys, 
And  all  my  sins  and  fears  remove. 


445,  446  CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES. 

445.     L.  M.     Cruttenden. 
Sin  and  Holiness.     Rom.  vii.  23.     Gal.  v.  17 

WHAT  jarring  natures  dwell  within! 
Abounding  grace,  remaining  sin ! 
Nor  this  can  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 
Though  each  bv  turns  my  heart  assail. 

2  Now  I  complaiu,  and  groan  and  die ; 
Now  raise  my  songs  of*  triumph  high ; 
Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain. 

Or  mourn  to  feel  it  live  again. 

3  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 
Borne  upwards  to  my  native  skies, 
While  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight, 
To  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  of  light. 

4  Scarce  a  few  hours  or  minutes  roll, 
Ere  earth  reclaims  my  captive  soul; 
I  feel  its  sympathetic  force, 

And  headlong  urge  my  downward  course. 

5  Great  God !  assist  me  through  the  fight, 
Make  me  triumphant  in  thy  might; 
Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise, — 
The  victory  mine,  and  thine  the  praise. 

446.     CM. 
Longing  for  Communion  tvith  Christ. 

WHEN  Jesus  smil'd,  and  said,  arise! 
Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven ; 
My  bosom  bloom'd  a  Paradise, 
An  antepast  of  heaven. 

2  And  though  I  wept  o'er  follies  past, 

My  grateful  bosom  glow'd ; 

Believing  I  should  meet  at  last, 

The  Saviour  whom  I  lov'd. 

3  O  lovely  days  of  joy  and  grief, 

Ah !  whither  are  ye  fled  ? 

Sweet  Jesus,  come  to  my  relief, 

Lift  up  my  drooping  head ! 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  447,  448 

4  Come,  and  restore  my  bleeding  heart, 

To  love  and  joy  again  ; 
With  sin  and  earth  I  freely  part, 
Communion  to  regain. 

5  Communion  with  my  Saviour  God — 

To  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
Is  more  than  paradise  restor'd  ; 
'Tis  all  the  bliss  of  Heaven. 

447.     CM. 
Declension  in  pious  feeling,  lamented. 

WHERE  are  the  grateful  tears  I  shed. 
Of  joy  and  pious  grief; 
The  hope  that  beam'd  upon  my  head, 
The  faith  that  gave  relief? 

2  Where  is  the  zeal  with  which  I  mov'd 

Obedient  to  thy  law  ? 
Wretch  that  I  am,  to  grieve  my  Love, 
And  cause  him  to  withdraw ! 

3  Saviour,  I  own  my  sin  with  shame, 

Do  thou  my  sin  forgive  ! 
Speak,  and  my  heart  with  love  shall  flame, 
My  dying  hope  shall  live. 

4  Speak  thy  forgiveness  to  my  soul, 

And  faith  and  zeal  shall  burn ; 
Thy  word  shall  make  the  wounded  whole,— * 
The  wanderer  to  return. 

448.     L.  M.    Ittsley's  Coll. 
Prayer  for  holy  Zeal. 

FOR  zeal  I  sigh,  for  zeal  I  pant, 
Yet  heavy  is  my  soul,  and  faint; 
I  groan,  I  strive,  I  watch  and  pray, 
But  ah !  how  soon  it  dies  away. 

2  O  Thou,  who  all  things  canst  control, 
Chase  this  dead  slumber  from  my  soul, 
Touch  my  cold  breast  with  heavenly  fire, 
With  holy,  conquering  zeal  inspire. 


449,  450  THE  CONFLICT. 


B 


THE  CONFLICT. 

449.    CM. 
Matt.  x.  16,  17. 
EHOLD,  I  send  you  forth,  as  sheep 
Amidst  a  world  of  wolves ! 
Near  to  your  watchful  Shepherd  keep, 
Commit  to  him  your  souls. 

2  Beware  of  men — of  what  they  state  ; 

The  wisdom  from  above 
Will  watch  alike  against  their  hate, 
And  their  insidious  love. 

3  Be  sure  you  be  as  serpents  wise, 

And  harmless  as  the  dove  ; 
And  let  your  whole  affections  rise, 
And  fix  on  God  above. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  I  would  beware  of  men  ; 

Beware  of  Satan  too ; 
And  more  than  all,  the  foe  within, 
My  constant  bosom-foe. 

5  Assist  me,  Lord,  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  fight  my  passage  through  ; 

To  grow  in  grace  from  day  to  day, 

And  onward,  heavenward  go. 

450.    S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
The  same  subject. 

BID  me  of  men  beware, 
And  to  my  ways  take  heed ; 
Discern  their  every  secret  snare, 
And  circumspectly  tread. 

2  O  may  I  calmly  wait 

Thy  succours  from  above, 
And  stand  against  their  open  hate. 
And  well-dissembled  love. 


THE   CONFLICT.  451.452 

3  My  Spirit,  Lord,  alarm, 

When  men  and  devils  join ; 
'Gainst  all  the  powers  of  Satan  arm, 
In  panoply  divine. 

i  But,  above  all,  afraid 
Of  my  own  bosom-foe, 
Still  let  me  seek  to  thee  for  aid, 
To  thee  my  bosom  show ; — 

5  Hang  on  thy  arm  alone, 
With  selfdislrusting  care, 
And  deeply  in  the  spirit  groan 
The  never-ceasing  prayer. 

151.     CM. 
rVhe  Soldiers  of  Christ  exhorted. 

AWAKE !  my  soul,  and  use  thv  arms, 
The  powers  of  hell  are  near , 
Awake '.  to  watchfulness  and  prayer 
And  thou  hast  nought  to  fear. 

2  Awake !  with  gospel  armour  on, 

In  panoply  complete : — 
Let  hope,  through  grace,  thy  head  adorn. 
And  gospel  peace  thy  feet. 

3  Awake !  and  gird  thyself  \v  ith  truth, 

Almighty  strength  put  on, — 
Be  sure  to  take  the  shield  of  faith, 
And  trust  in  Christ  alone. 

4  Pray! — always  pray,  and  never  faint, 

Watch  in  the  Spirit  too, — 
With  perseverance  pray  for  saints, 
And  force  thy  passage  through. 

452.     S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll 
Soldiers  of  Christ  exhorted. 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise! 
And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  that  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son. 


453,  454  THE  CONFLICT. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  of  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts. 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  tight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 
And  be  complete  at  last. 

5  To  God  your  every  want 

In  instant  prayer  display ; 
Pray  always — pray,  and  never  faint, 
And,  without  ceasing,  pray  ! 

453.     S.  M.     Heath. 
The  Soul  called  upon  to  Watch  and  Pray. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ! 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  many  a  sin  is  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Arise !  and  watch  and  pray, 

The  conflict  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  Divine  impiore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down ; 
The  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  the  crown. 

454.     S.  M.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Soldiers  of  Christ  encouraged. 

HARK !  how  the  watchmen  cry, 
Attend  the  trumpet's  sound! 
Stand  to  your  arms — the  foe  is  nigh, 
The  powers  of  hell  surround. 


THE   CONFLICT.  455,  4,56 

2  Wlio  bow  to  Christ's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare ; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand, — 
Go  forth  to  glorious  war ! 

3  See,  on  the  mountain  top, 

The  standard  of  your  God  ! 
In  Jesus'  name  I  lift  it  up. 

All  stain'd  with  hallowed  blood. 

4  Go  up  with  Christ  your  Head ! 

Your  Captain's  footsteps  see ! 
Follow  ycur  Captain,  and  be  led 
To  certain  victory. 

455.      PART  II. 

OUR  Captain  leads  us  on, 
He  beckons  from  the  skies, 
And  reaches  out  a  starry  crown. 
And  bids  us  take  the  prize. 

2  Be  faithful  unto  deaths 
Partake  my  victory , 
And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreath. 
And  ever  reign  with  me. 

456.     C.  M.     Watts. 
Standfast  in  the  faith.     1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  foHower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  1  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 
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457  THE   CONFLICT. 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die  : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

457.     C.  M.  Baltimore  Collection. 
Breathing  after  Zeal  and  Courage. 

DIDST  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
And  thy  disciple  be  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 

To  suffer  pain  or  lass  ; 
But  in  thy  footsteps  let  me  tread. 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

3  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  holy  courage  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine. 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

4  Say  to  my  soul, '  Why  dost  thou  fear 

'  The  face  of  feeble  man  ? 
'  Behold  thy  heavenly  Captain  here, 
'  Before  thee,  in  the  van.' 

5  O,  how  my  soul  would  up  and  run. 

At  that  transporting  word ! 

Nor  any  painful  suffering  shun, 

To  follow  thee,  my  Lord  ! 

6  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  powers  resign ; — 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit 
And  I  Ml  no  more'  repine. 


THE  CONFLICT.  458,  459,  '490 

458.  CM.     Watts. 

1  am  not  ashamed  of  the  Gospel  of  Christ- 

I'M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
Nor  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

459.  L.  M.     Watts. 
Svbmission  and  Deliverance.    Gen.  xxii.  6 — 13. 

SAINTS,  at  your  heavenly  Father's  word. 
Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord ; 
He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings'more  divine. 

2  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  delivering  power ; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace. 

460.    C.  M. 
My  heart  is  fixed.     Psalm  cviii.  1. 
Y  heart  is  flxt' — did  David  say  ? 


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May  I  not  say  so  too  ? 
Jesus,  thy  precious  blood  "s  my  stay ; 
I  nothing  good  can  do. 


461  THE   CONFLICT. 

2  'My  heart  is  fixt'— it  trusts  in  God, 

My  portion  and  my  choice  ; 
Firmly  it  rests  upon  his  word, 
And  doth  in  him  rejoice, 

3  'My  heart  is  fixt'— his  power  controls, 

His  wisdom  guides  me  still ; 
He  calms  the  tempest,  or  it  rolls 
Obedient  to  his  will. 

4  '  My  heart  is  fixt'— has  satan  then, 

The  power  to  break  my  hold  ? 
My  Lord  beholds,  just  how,  and  when, 
This  wolf  comes  near  his  fold. 

5  '  My  heart  is  fixt'— ye  earthly  toys, 

It  is  not  fixt  on  you ; 
Fly,  then,  ye  treacherous,  fleeting  joys! 
My  Jesus  1 11  pursue. 

6  Though  fickle  in  my  inward  frame, — 

My  outward  conduct  ill ; 
Sweet  Jesus !  in  thy  glorious  name 
My  heart  is  fixed  still 

461      S.  M.    Newton. 
Tfie  Pilgrim's  Song. 

FROM  Egypt  lately  freed,. 
By  the  Redeemer's  grace  ,• 
A  dark  and  thorny  path  we  tread, 
in  hopes  to  see  his  face. 
I      The  promis'd  land  of  peace, 
Faith  keeps  in  constant  view; 
How  different  from  the  wilderness 
We  now  are  passing  through ! 
I      Here,  often,  from  our  eyes 
Clouds  hide  the  light  divine  ; 
There,  we  shall  have  unclouded  skies. 
Our  sun  will  always  shine. 
Here  griefs,  and  cares,  and  pains, 
And  fears,  distress  us  sore ; 
But  there  eternal  pkasure  reigns, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more 


THE   CONFLICT.  462,  463 

)      Lord,  pardon  our  complaints, 
We  follow  at  thy  call ; 
The  joy  prepar'd,  for  suffering  saints, 
Will  make  amends  for  all. 

462.     L.  M.     FmvcelL 
Thou  shalt  remember  all  this  way.     Deut.  viii.  2. 

THUS  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on, 
And  made  his  truth  and  mercy  known: 
My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 

2  Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home  ; 
Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  my  stay, 
And  guard  me  in  this  dangerous  way. 

3  Temptations-  everywhere  annoy ; 
And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

4  My  soul,  with  various  tempests  toss'd, 
Her  hopes  o'erturned,  her  projects  cross'd, 
Sees  every  day  new  straits  attend, 

And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end. 

5  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ? 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know, 
While  in  the  wilderness  below7? 

6  'Tis  even  so, — thy  faithful  love 
Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove  ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  All  in  All. 

463.    part  ii.    L.  M.    Watts. 
Few  saved  ;  or  almost  Christian. 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death,' 
And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrower  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller, 


464  THE  CONFLICT. 

2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  5 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  seals  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Loid,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain. 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 


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464.     C.  M.     Walts. 

Complaining  of  spiritual  sloth. 

Y  drowsy  powers;,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain. 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  ail  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move ; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; — 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good  ; 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown, 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord  !  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 
And  sit,  and  warm  our  hearts. 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise  ; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We  '11  fly.  and  take  the -prize. 


THE  CONFLICT.  465,  466 

465.    7's.     Cowper. 

Welcome  crtss. 

Til  IS  my  happiness  below 

A    Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must,  and  will  befall, 
But  for  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscrib'd  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer; 
Trials  bring  mo  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 
Did  I  meet  no  trials  here ; 
No  chastisement  by  the  way ; 
Might  I  not  with  reason  fear, 
I  should  prove  a  cast-away? 
5  Bastards  may  escape  the  rod, 
Sunk  in  earthly,  vain  delight; 
But  the  true-born  child  of  God, 
Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 

466.    C.  M. 
The  daily  cross.     Luke  ix.  23. 

ALL,  who  through  Christ  the  living  way, 
Would  e'er  to  heaven  attain  ; 
Must  bear  the  cross  from  day  to  day, 
Else  all  their  hopes  are  vain. 

2  'A  censuring  world,  a  tempting  fiend, 
'  A  heart  as  bad  or  worse, 
'Have  urg'd  me  oft  to  seek  a  friend, 
'  To  help  me  bear  the  cross. 

1  Beneath  the  cross  this  friend  I  found, 

'  In  garments  roll'd  in  blood  ; 
'  With  cords  of  love,  on  me  he  bound, 

'The  painful,  pleasing  load. 


467,  468  THE   CONFLICT. 

4  'These  silken  cords  of  love  divine, 
'  So  bind  ray  soul  to  God, 
'  And  round  my  Saviour  cling  and  twine, 
-    'That  he  sustains  the  load.' 

4G7.     CM.     Newton. 
Will  ye  also  go  av)ay  ?    John  vi.  67. 

WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
Alas  !  what  numbers  do  ! 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
'  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?' 

2  Ah.  Lord  !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  al  last. 

3  Yet,  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know. 

To  save  a  wrelch  like  me; 

To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 

If  I  should  turn  from  thee  I 

4  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'd 

Could  never  reach  my  case ; 
Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 
But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

5  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest,- 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

6  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirr'd, 

If  I  will  also  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer — No  ! 

468.     CM.    Watts. 
Desertion  and  Hope.     Psalm  xlii.  1 — 6. 

WITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  look; 
So  pants  the  hunled  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook 


THE   CONFLICT.  469 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul, 

And  tears  are  my  repast ; 
The  foe  insults  without  control, 
'And  where 's  your  God  at  last  V 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

1  think  on  former  days; 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

5  But  why,  my  soul,  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against,  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love. 

469.     C.  M.     Watts. 
The  Saint's  pilgrimage. 

DEAR  Lord,  the  path  to  thine  abode 
Lies  through  a  horrid  land  ; 
Yet,  we  would  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command, 

2  Our  souls  shall  tread  the  desert  through 

With  undiverted  feet; 
And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  subdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

3  By  glimm'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  feara, 

We  trace  the  sacred  road ; 
Through  dismal  deeps,  and  dangerous  snares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

4  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates ! 

Inviting  us  to  come  ; 
There  Jesus  the  forerunner  waits, 
To  welcome  travelers  home. 
M2 


470,  471  THE   CONFLICT. 

470.    S.  M.    Hart. 
Pride. 

OF  all  our  sins  is  pride 
The  most  to  be  abhorr'd  ; 
Do  what  we  will,  it  haunts  us  still. 
And  keeps  us  from  the  Lord. 

-  2  It  blows  its  pois'nous  breath, 
And  bloats  the  soul  with  air ; 
The  heart  uplifts  with  God's  own  gifts, 
And  makes  e'en  grace  a  snare. 

3  "Pis  hurtful  when  perceiv'd  : 

When  not  perceiv'd  'lis  worse; 
Unseen,  or  seen,  it  dwells  within, 
And  works  by  fraud,  or  force. 

4  Against  its  influence  pray, 

It  mingles  with  the  prayer; 
Against  it  preach,  it  prompts  the  speech ; 
Be  silent — still  'tis  there. 

5  This  moment  while  I  sing# 

I  feel  its  power  within; 
My  heart  it  draws  to  seek  applause, 
And  mixes  all  with  sin. 

G  Exalted  Son  of  Clod  ! 

Destroy  this  haughty  foe ! 
Remove  our  pride,  whate'er  betide, 
And  lay,  and  keep  us  low. 

471.     C.  M.     Hart. 
Tribulation. 

THE  souls  that  would  to  Jesus  press, 
Must  fix  this  firm  and  sure ; 
That  tribulation,  more  or  less, 
They  must  and  shall  endure. 

2  From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt, 
'Tis  God's  own  wise  decree  ; 
Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt ; 
Nor  is  the  strongest  free- 


THE   CONFLICT  472 

3  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares, 

To  catch  the  wandering  heart ; 
And  seldom  do  we  see  the  snares, 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

4  Glad  frames,  too  often,  lift  us  up, 

And  then  how  proud  we  grow ! 
Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop, 
And,  down  we  sink  as  low. 

5  But  let  not  all  this  terrify ; 

Pursue  the  narrow  path ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with  steadfast  eye, 
And  fight  with  hell  by  faith. 

6  Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong ; 

His  promises  are  true ; — 
We  shall  be  conquerors  all,  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conquerors  too. 

472.     L.M.     Medley. 
Blessed  are  they  which  are  persecuted,  &c. 

BLEST  are  the  souls  whose  suff'rings  show 
Their  faith,  and  love,  and  zeal  are  true ; 
Who  for  their  Saviour  yield  their  breath, 
And  triumph  over  hell  by  faith. 

2  For  Him  they  pain  and  death  despise, 
Secure  of  life  beyond  the  skies ; 
There,  as  their  great  and  sure  reward, 
A  heavenly  kingdom  stands  prepar'd. 

3  Prophets  and  saints,  who  're  gone  before, 
The  same  dark  scenes  have  travers'd  o'er  ; 
Through  racks,  arid  fires,  and  seas  of  blood, 
They  forc'd  their  way  to  meet  their  God. 

4  Then  let  the  suffering  saints  be  glad, 

Thus  they  .'re  conform'd  to  Christ,  their  Head ; 
And  all  who  suffer  for  his  sake, 
Of  heavenly  joys  shall  soon  partake. 


473,  474  THE   CONFLICT. 

473.    L.  M.   Walts. 
The  Christian  race.     Isa.  xl.  28—31. 

AWAKE,  our  souls,  away,  our  fears, 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone! 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race. 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'lis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. — 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 
Is  ever  new,  and  ever  voung, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply, 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We  '11  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 

474.     L.  M.     Beddome. 
Desiring  communion  with  God. 

MY  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires, 
To  perfect  happiness  aspires ! 
With  steady  steps  would  tread  the  road 
That  leads  to  heaven — that  leads  to  God 

2  I  thirst  to  drink  unmingled  love 
From  the  pure  fountain-head  above: 
My  dearest  Lord,  I  long  to  be 
Emptied  of  sin  and  full  of  thee. 


THE   CONFLICT.  475,  476 

475.     C.  M.    Beddome. 
Holy  zeal,  and  diligence. 

WHILE  carnal  men,  with  all  their  might, 
Earth's  vanities  pursue ; 
How  slow  th'  advances  which  I  make, 
With  heaven  itself  in  view ! 

2  Inspire  my  so\x\  with  holy  zeal ; 

Great  God,  my  love  inflame  ; 
Religion,  without  zeal  and  love, 
Is  but  an  empty  name. 

3  To  gain  the  top  of  Zion's  hill, 

May  I  with  fervour  strive  ; 
And  all  those  powers  employ  for  thee, 
Which  I  from  thee  derive ! 

476.     C.  M.    Doddridge. 
Running  the  Christian  race.     Phil.  iii.  12 — 14. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigour  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize- 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Blest  Saviour  !  introduc'd  by  thee, 

Have  we  our  race  begun ; 
And,  crown'd  with  victory,  at  thy  leet 
We  lay  our  laurels  down. 


477, 478,  479  the  conflict. 

477.  L.  M.     Wa'ts. 
The  Christian  warfare. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on ; 
March  to  the  gales  of  endless  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour 's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'cTfoes, 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  his  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait 

478.  L.  M.     Cou-per. 
The  tempted  Christian's  trust 

DANGERS  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

2  Great  God  !  the  pilot's  part  perform, 
And  guide,  and  guard  us  through  the  storm, 
Defend  us  from  each  threat'ning  ill. 
Control  the  waves,  say — '  Peace  !  be  still.' 

479.  CM.    Watts. 

Tlie  hope  of  Heaven,  our  support  under  trials. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  mv  soul  engage. 
And  hellish  darts  be  nurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 


THE   CONFLICT.  480 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

480.    C.  M.    Ryland. 
Hinder  me  not.     Gen.  xxiv.  56 

IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
My  journey  I  '11  pursue : 
4  Hinder  me  not,'  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  In  vain  the  world  and  satan  try, 
My  journey  to  delay ; 
'  Hinder  me  not,'  to  both  I  cry, 
'  For  God  hath  crown'd  my  way.' 

'3  Since  Christ,  my  dear  exalted  Lord, 
My  soul  to  him  hath  wed, 
'  Hinder  me  not,'  nor  friends  nor  foes, 
I  '11  follow  him  my  Head. 

4  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I  '11  follow  where  he  goes ; 
'  Hinder  me  not,'  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

5  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I  '11  go  at  his  command ; 
'  Hinder  me  not,'  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

6  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be ; 
'  Hinder  me  not,'  come  welcome  death, 
I  '11  gladly  go  with  thee. 


481,  482  THE   CONFLICT. 

481.    C.  M.     Walls. 
SigJd  through  a  glass,  and  face  to  face. 

I  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
Through  which  my  •Lord  is  seen  ; 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glass  between. 

2  O  that  the  happy  hour  were  come 

To  change  my  faith  to  sight; 
I  shall  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light. 

3  Haste,  my  Beloved,  and  remove 

These  interposing  days ; 
Then  shall  my  passions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  powers  be  praise. 

482.     O.  M.     Newton: 

Thrre  (he  weary  are  at  rest.     Job  iii.  17 

IOOK  up,  my  soul,  behold  the  prize 
.J  The  Saviour's  love  provides ; 
Eternal  life  beyond  the  skies 
For  all,  whom  here,  he  guides. 

2  The  wicked  cease  from  troubling  there, 

The  weary  are  at  rest  ; 
Sorro.v,  and  "sin,  and  pain,  and  care, 
No  more  approach  the  blest. 

3  A  wicked  world,  a  wicked  heart, 

With  Satan  now  are  join'd  ; 
Each  acts  a  too  successful  part 
In  harassing  my  mind. 

4  But  fighting  in  my  Saviour's  strength, 

Though  mighty  are  my  foes, 
1  shall  a  conqueror  be  at  length, 
O'er  all  that  can  oppose. 

5  Then  why,  my  soul,  complain  or  fear  ? 

The  crown  of  glory  see  ! 
The  more  I  toil  and  suffer  here, 
The  sweeter  rest  will  be. 


the  conflict.  483,  484,  485 

483.     L.  M.    Walls. 
JEnjeyment  of  Christ  in  worship 

WHEN  I  can  say, '  My  God  is  mine,' 
When  I  can  feel  his  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

2  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys, 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit,  and  gaze  away 
A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 

484.     C.  M.     W.  &  B. 
lam  the  way.     John  xix.  6. 

OZION !  when  shall  I  survey 
Thy  blissful  courts  above, 
Where  saints  enjoy  eternal  day, 
And  rest  in  holy  love  ? 

2  What  rapturous  zeal  employs  the  tongues 

Of  disembodied  saints ! 
Hark !  how  they  sing  in  circling  throngs, 
Nor  is  there  one  that  faints. 

3  O  glorious,  consecrated  way, 

That  leads  to  endless  bliss! 
When  shall  I  end  this  mortal  day, 
And  be  where  J  esus  is  ? 

485.     CM.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Rejoicing  amid  conflicts. 

AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 
And  soar  to  worlds  on  high. 

Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 


486  CIRCUMSTANCES   OF   LIFE. 

3  In  hopes  of  that  immortal  crown, 

1  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 

4  1  suffer  on  my  three-score  years 

Till  my  deliverer  come, 
To  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears 
And  take  his  exile  home. 

5  Then  what  are  all  my  suff'rings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count'st  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  to  appear 
And  worship  at  thy  feet  ? 

6  Give  joy  or  grief— give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away, 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 
In  that  eternal  day. 


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CIRCUMSTANCES  OF  LIFE. 

486.     C.  M.     Anon. 

The  Wedding  Hymn.     John  ii.  1,  2. 

INCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
To  grace  a  marriage  feast, 
We  ask,  O  Lord,  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favour  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow, 

Of  all  rich  dowries  best ! 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 


CIRCUMSTANCES   OF   LIFE.  487 

In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 

By  taking  mutual  share. 

15  True  helpers  may  they  prove  indeed, 
In  prayer,  and  faith,  and  hope ; 
And  see  with  joy  a  godly  seed, 
To  build  their  household  up. 

6  As  Isaac  and  Rebecca  give 
A  pattern  chaste  and  kind  ; 
So  may  this  married  couple  live, 
And  die  in  friendship  join'd. 


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487.    L.  M. 

The  union  of  man  and  wife. 

QW  closely  join'd  are  man  and  wife, 
In  union  lasting  as  (he  life! 
United  nearts,  united  hands — 
Their  int'rest  one— how  strong  the  bands  ! 

2  Marriage  the  Lord's  appointment  is, 

To  soothe  our  woes,  enhance  our  bliss— 

To  render  each  the  other  blest, 

Let  Christian  love  pervade  the  breast 

3  'Tis  kindred  souls  that  form  the  tie  ; 
That  live  in  peace  until  they  die  ; 
'Tis  love  controls  the  life,  the  tongue, 
Approves  the  right — o'erlooks  the  wrong. 

4  Let  every  man  esteem  his  wife 
His  better  half,  his  dearer  life  ; 
And  every  wife  a  rev'rence  feel 
For  all  her  husband's  lawful  will. 

5  Thus  shall  they  live  in  peace  and  love, 
Thus  shall  they  mutual  helpers  prove ; 
Thus  shall  the  Lord  their  union  bless, 
And  crown  their  efforts  with  success. 


488,  489  CIRCUMSTANCES   OF   LIFE. 

488.  L.  M.    Steele. 
The  shortness  of  time,  and  frailty  of  man. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker  of  my  frame, 
Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days! 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span  ; 
A  little  point  my  life  appears; 
How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man, 
How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears! 

3  Vain  his  ambition,  noise,  and  show, 
Vain  are  the  cares  that  rack  his  mind  ! 
He  heaps  up  treasures  mix'd  with  woe, 
And  dies,  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 

4  O,  be  a  nobler  portion  mine, 
My  God  !  I  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
Earth's  fleeting  treasures  1  resign, 
And  fix  my  hopes  on  thee  alone. 

489.  C.  M.    Watts, 
The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal.     Psalm  xxxix.  4 — 7. 

TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast. 

An  inch  or  two  of  time ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  What  should  I  wish,  or  wait  for,  then, 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

4  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interests  up, 
And  make  mv  God  fny  all. 


CIRCUMSTANCES   OF   LIFE.  490,  491 

490.     7's.     Ryland. 
My  times  are  in  thy  hand.     Psalm  xxxi.  15. 

SOVEREIGN  Ruler  of  the  skies ! 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise ! 
All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand — 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  Plagues  and  deaths  around  me  fly ; 
Till  he  bids,  1  cannot  die  ; 

Not  a  single  shaft  can  hit, 
Till  the  God  of  love  sees  fit. 

3  O  thou  gracious,  wise,  and  just, 
In  thy  hands  my  life  I  trust  ; 
Have  I  somewhat  dearer  still  ? 
I  resign  it  to  thy  will. 

Thee,  at  all  times,  will  I  bless ; 
Having  thee,  I  all  possess  ; 
I  can  ne'er  bereaved  be, 
Since  I  cannot  part  with  thee. 

491.     C.  M     Addison. 
The  Traveller's  Psalm. 

HOW  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord  ! 
How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 
Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

6  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 


492,  493  stages  of  life. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we  '11  adore  ; 
We  '11  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot. 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 


STAGES  OF  LIFE. 

492. '  C.  M.    Relief  Hymns. 
The  shortness  of  Life. 

FEW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe, 
O  man,  of  woman  born ! 
Thy  doom  is  written — dust  thou  art, 
And  shalt  to  dust  return. 

2  Determin'd  are  the  days  that  fly 

Successive  o'er  thy  head ; 
The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing, 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

3  O  may  the  grave  become  to  me 

The  bed  of  peaceful  rest, 
Whence  I  shall  gladly  rise,  at  length, 
And  mingle  with  the  blest. 

493.    C.  M.    Anon. 
Remember  thy  Creator  in  the  days  of  thy  youth 

IN  the  sweet  season  of  thy  youth, 
In  nature's  smiling  bloom, 
Ere  age  arrive,  and  trembling  wait 
Its  summons  to  the  tomb, — 


STAGES   OF   LIFE.  494.  495 

2  Remember  thy  Creator,  God ! 

For  Him  thy  powers  employ ; 
Make  Him  thy  fear,  thy  love,  thy  hope, 
Thy  confidence  and  joy. 

3  He  shall  defend  and  guide  thy  youth 

Through  life's  uncertain  sea, 
Till  thou  art  landed  on  the  coast 
Of  bless'd  eternity. 

4  Then  seek  the  Lord  betimes,  and  choose 

The  path  of  heavenly  truth  ; 
This  earth  affords  no  lovelier  sight 
Than  a  religious  youth. 

494.     C.  M.     Cowper. 
Yoxdh  expostulated  rcith. 

GRACE  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 
Of  pure  and  heavenly  root; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

2  Ye  careless  ones,  now  hear  betimes, 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love ! 
Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  a  crime, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

3  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made. — 

O,  join  the  public  prayer . 
For  you  the  trickling  tear  is  shed, — 
O,  shed,  yourselves,  a  tear! 

4  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach ; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love    ■? 
That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 

495.     C.  ST.    Watts. 
The  aged  Christian's  prayer  and  song. 
f^i  OD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 
VH"  The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heavenly" truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 


496  STAGES  OF  LIFE. 

2  Wilt  Thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age, 
And  leave  a  savour  of  thy  name, 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death, 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
O  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath, 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 

496.     C.  M.     Altered. 
Boast  not  thyself  of  to-morrow.     Prov.  xxvii.  1. 
Y  soul,  how  solemn,  is  the  word, 


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Wnieh  now  thine  ear  accosts! 
May  T  attend  it,  gracious  Lord, 
'  Nor  of  to-morrow  boast.' 

2  Time !  O  how  swift  its  moments  flow  ! 

What  millions  have  1  lost! 
Then,  let  me  seize  the  golden  now, 
'.  Nor  of  to-morrow  boast.' 

3  Before  the  present  day  is  past, 

My  soul  may  meet  its  doom  ; 

Now  let  me  for  salvation  haste, 

To-morrow  ne'er  may  come. 

4  To-dav  may  I  the  Saviour  know, 

And  in  his  name  believe, 
Nor  let  these  precious  moments  go,— 
To-morrow  may  deceive. 

5  Thy  sparing  mercies  still  abound, 

And  I  am  out  of  hell ; — 
To-day  I  am  on  mercy's  ground, 
To-morrow — who  can  tell  ? 


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STAGES   OF   LIFE.  497,  498 

497.     L.M.    Altered. 
Whither  goest  thou  ? 
Y  gracious,  my  almighty  Lord, 


Let  me  attend  thy  sacred  word, 
Nor  dare  delay,  but  answer  now, 
This  question, '  Whither  goest  thou  V 

2  Is  it  to  death,  and  to  thy  bar, 

To  unseen  worlds  where  spirits  are, 
To  boundless  joy,  or  endless  pain, 
Fixt  there  for  ever  to  remain  ? 

3  Yes,  I  must  shortly  bid  farewell 

To  this  vain  world  in  which  I  dwell ; 
1  b  death  and  to  the  tomb  must  bow — 
My  soul,  then,  '  Whither  goest  thou  V 

4  O  that  the  aged,  and  the  young, 
And  all  the  worldly,  busy  throng, 
Would  each  one  put  this  question  now. 
My  soul,  ah !  '■  Whither  goest  thou  V 

498.     L.  M.     Watts. 
Life  the  day  of  grace  and  hope.    Eccl.  ix.  4,  5,  6.  10 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward, 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given, 
To  escape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven, 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

4  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 

In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste; 
Bat  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  rn  eternal  silence  there. 
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499,  500  DEATH. 

499.    CM.     Addison. 
Providential  mercies  reviewed.     Psalm  ciii  1 — 5 

WHEX  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  survev>  : 
Transported  with  the  view.  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowd. 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth. 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  g:ft9 

My  daily  thanks  employ  : 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart. 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue": 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  pleasing  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  grateful  song  I  '11  raise  ; 
But  O !  eternity 's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


DEATH. 

5C0.   CM.    Watts. 
Funeral  Tliought. 
ARK !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound. 


H 


Mine  ears,  attend  the  cry ! 
Ye  living  men.  come  view  the  ground. 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 


DEATH.  501,  502 

2  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure! 
Still  walking  downwards  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepar'd  no  more ! 

3  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
That  we  may  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
And  mount  above  the  sky. 

501.     S.  M.    Epis.  Coll. 
God  my  Refuge  in  Death. 

OMAY  I  find  in  death 
A  hiding  place  with  God, 
Secure  from  woe  and  sin,  an^  call'd 
To  share  his  blest  abode ! 
Cheer'd  by  this  hope,  I  wait, 
Through  toil,  and  carf\  and  grief, 
Till  my  appointed  course  is  run, 
And  death  shall  brinsr  relief. 


w 


502.     C.  M.     Steele. 
Death  of  a  Youth 
HEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 


By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh,  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power, — '  I  too  must  die,' 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast ! 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour : 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray 


503,  504  DEATH. 

5  Oh,  let  us  fly— to  Jesus,  fly,. 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God !  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  power ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

503.    CM. 
Death  or  removal  of  a  Pastor. 

FATHER,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
With  hearts  opprest  with  grief; 
Our  pastor 's  gone — we  're  left  alone, 
Where  shall  we  find  relief? 

2  Thy  word  he  faithfully  proclaim'd, 

His  doctrine  from  it  drew ; 
Regardless  whether  prais'd  or  blamed, 
So  he  thy  will  might  do. 

3  Nor  did  he  merely  preach  alone, 

Obedience  mark'd  his  way  ? 
His  holy  life,  as  well  as  tongue, 

Inclih'd  to  endless  day. 
i  We  feel  the  loss  of  such  a  guide, 

And  now  before  thy  throne, 
We  prav  his  loss  may  be  supplied. 

Supplied  by  thee  alone. 
5  Give  us  a  pastor  in  his  room, 

To  wipe  our  falling  tears  ; 
And  guide,  and  guard  us  safely  on, 

From  all  our  rising:  fears. 


H 


504.    L.  M.    Daniel's  Selection. 

The  death  of  a  Minister 

IS  deathflve  mourn,  who  latelv  stood 
A  herald  of  the  mighty  God ; 


Proclaim'd  the  Saviour  of  our  race 
And  bore  the  message  of  bis  grace. 


505 


2  Laborious  in  his  Master's  cause  ; 
His  view,  nor  lucre  nor  applause  ; 
To  spend  and  to  be  spent  resign'd, 
If  souls  through  Christ  salvation  find. 

3  With  pointed  language,  flaming  zeal, 
He  to  the  conscience  did  appeal ; 
With  terror  sought  the  soul  to  move, 
Or  draw  it  with  the  cords  of  love. 

4  But  all  his  labours  now  are  o'er, 
And  we  shall  hear  his  voice  no  more: 
His  dust  lies  silent  in  the  tomb ; 

He  's  gone  to  heaven,  his  final  home. 

5  Jesus!  though  earthly  shepherds  die, 
Do  thou  thy  churches  still  supply 
With  gifts,  instruction  to  impart — 
Pastors  according  to  thy  heart. 

505.     CM.     J.Saunders. 
The  flock  approaching  the  Shepherd's  tomb. 

WITH  holy  awe,  and  solemn  dread, 
Approach  the  silent  tomb  ! 
Your  shepherd  lies  beneath  the  shade 
Of  death's  tremendous  gloom  ! 

2  How  gentle  was  the  stroke  divine, 
.  Which  bow'd  hi ,  head  in  death  ! 
How  peaceful  did  his  soul  resign 

His  friends,  his  life,  his  breath ! 

3  E'en  death  to  him  is  endless  gain  ; 

Though  we  are  left  to  mourn : 
Shepherd  divine !  thy  flock  sustain, 
ISor  leave  thy  fold  forlorn. 

4  Display  thy  pardoning,  healing  grace  ; 

Assuage  our  rising  grief; 
ReverJ  thy  smiling,  cheering  face, 
And  grant  us  sweet  relief. 

5  Give  us  to  kiss  the  painful  rod, 
Xor  at  thy  will  repine, — 

Be  still,  and  know  that  thou  art  God,' — 
To  all  thy  will  resign. 


306,  507  DEATH. 

6  Furnish  thy  church  from  shore  to  shore, 
With  gospel  truth  and  grace ; 
And,  while  we  thus  our  loss  deplore, 
E'en  here  thy  flock  increase. 

506.     L.  M.    Altered,. 
Death  discloses  the  unknown  world. 

BY  faint  and  glimmering  light  we  view 
The  unknown  world  we  're  hastening  to ; 
God  has  lock'd  up  the  mystic  page, 
And  curtain'd  darkness  round  the  stage. 

2  We  talk  of  heaven,  we  talk  of  hell ; 
But  what  can  men  or  angels  tell  ? 
Whether  we  will  or  not,  we  must 
Take  the  succeeding  world  on  trust. 

3  Death  soon  to  our  astonish'd  sight, 
Eternal  things  will  bring  to  light ; 
The  curtain,  none  but  he  can  raise, 
Nor  he,  till  God  our  sovereign  please. 

4  If  we  in  Christ  the  Lord  believe, 
We  shall  eternal  joys  receive ; 
But  if  we  spurn  his  sacred  name, 

We  sink,  we  burn  in  quenchless  flame. 

507.    S.  M.    Waits. 
The  resurrection  of  the  body. 
ND  must  this  body  die  i 


A 


This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 

To  put  it  on  afresh. 

God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies, 
Looks  down,  and  watches  ail  my  dust, 

Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 


5oe 


Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 

Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 

And  sing  his  power  above. 

Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Oi'  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  /aise 

With  our  immortal  tongues. 


JUDGMENT. 

508.    C.  M.     Watts; 
The  Certainly  and  Awfulness  of  Judgment 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
The  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  sound — depart ! 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  distress  mine  ear, 
'T  would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast  ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  O,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ! 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book. 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 


509,510,511  jrtDGMES? 

509.     L.  M.    Relief  Hymn*. 

THE  Lord  shall  come — a  glorious  form, 
With  rainbow-wreath    and  robes  of  storm 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  Judge  of  all  mankind. 

2  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
As  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
Opprest  by  power,  and  mock'd  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene — the  crucified  ? 

3  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 
Rocks,  hide  us — mountains,  on  '.is  fall ! 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing — the  Lord  is  come  ! 

510.  CM.    Watts. 

The  last  judgment ;  or,  the  saints  rewarded. 

THRON'D  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come, 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way , 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

2  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear, 
His  justice,  and  their  doom. 

3  '  But  gather  all  my  saints,'  he  cries, 

'  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 
'  By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
'  And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

4  'Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

'  Shall  make  the  world  confess 

•  My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

'  And  heaven  adore  the  grace.' 

511.  L.  M.    Watts. 
Happy  resurrection. 

LET  worms  devour  my  wasting  flesh. 
And  crumble  alt  my  bones  to  dust, 
My  God  shall  raise  my  frame  afresh, 
At  the  revival  of  the  just. 


JUDGMENT.  512,  513 

2  Break,  sacred  morning !  through  the  skies, 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful  day ; 

Cut  short  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come, — 
Thy  lingering  wheels,  how  long  they  stay ! 

3  Haste,  then,  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Rouse  all  the  pious  sleeping  clay, 
That  we  may  join  in  heavenly  joys, 
And  sing  the  triumph  of  the  day. 

512.    L.  M.     Altered. 
The  end  of  all  Hangs  is  at  hand.     1  Peter  iv.  7. 

THE  Judge  descends  from  worlds  on  high ; 
The  earth  and  heavens  before  him  fly ! 
Arise,  my  soul,  and  trembling  stand  ; 
'  The  end  of  all  tilings  Is  at  hand !' 

2  Awake,  ye  sleeping,  Christless  souls, 
Before  the  judgment  thunder  rolls ; 
Before  the  trumpet's  dreadful  sound 

Cleaves  the  wide'heaven,  and  shakes  the  ground  ; 

3  Before  the  vengeful  lightnings  fly, 
To  burn  the  globe,  and  melt  the  sky  ; 
Before  the  great  tremendous  day, 
Shall  Christ  in  awful  pomp  display ; 

4  Before  the  summons  from  afar, 
Calls  men  and  devils  to  the  bar ; 
Awake !  this  truth  to  understand, 

'  The  end  of  all  things  is  at  hand !' 

5  Ye  Christless  souls,  be  this  your  care  ; 
Be  sober,  watchful,  much  in  prayer ; 
Let  every  holy  path  be  trod, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  your  God. 

513.     C.  M.     Courper 
Sinners  warned  of  their  danger. 

MY  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men, 
Doom'd  to  eternal  woe  ; 
Fain  would  I  speak — but  all  is  vain, 
If  God  does  not  speak  too. 
N2 


514  JUDGiUENT. 

2  O  sinners,  lend  a  listening  ear, 

Lest  hell  should  be  your  doom  ; 
Tis  at  your  peril  you  forbear, 
When  in  God's  name  we  come. 

3  Where,  guilty  mortals,  will  you  flee — 

If  destitute  of  grace — 
When  all  the  world  the  Judge  must  see; 
And  stand  before  his  face  ? 

4  Might  you  but  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  his  all-searching  eye  ! 

5  But  all  the  hosts  of  hell  must  come, 

And  all  mankind  appear, 
To  hear  their  dread,  eternal  doom, 
From  his  impartial  bar. 

6  Let  not  these  warnings  prove  in  vain  ; 

The  solemn  message  hear; 
Lest  they  should  aggravate  your  pain, 
When  plung'd  in  keen  despair! 

514.     L.  M.     Rippon's  Selection. 
Eternity,  joyful  and  tremendous. 

ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand ! 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity ! — tremendous  sound  ! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound ! 
But,  Oh!  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mjne, 
How  sweet  the  accents !  how  divine ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care ; 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer ; 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood — 
My  pardon  seal'd,  and  peace  with  God. 


FAMILV   WORSHIP.  515,  516 

4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain ! 
The  rising  doubt,  how  sharp  its  pain ! 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God  !  remove ; 
Speak  me  an  object  of  thy  love. 

5  Search,  Lord  !  O  search  my  inmost  heart ! 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy,  impart; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 

And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

515.  L.  M.     Daniel 
Morning  Praise. 

THIS  morning  let  my  praise  arise, 
To  Him  who  all  my  need  supplies ; 
To  Him  who  watch'd  me  through  the  night, 
And  brought  me  to  ihe  morning  light. 

May  I,  this  day,  through  grace,  pursue 
The  work  assign'd  for  me  to  do ; 
And  when  my  work  on  earth  is  done, 
May  angels  bear  my  spirit  home. 

516.  C.  M.     Altered. 

Unto  you  that  fear  my  name  shall  the  Sun  of  righteous- 
ness arise. 
AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  meet  the  day, 
Unfold  thy  drowsy  eyes! 
Remove  the  pond'rous  load  away. 
And  rise  to  heavenly  joys. 

2  God's  guardian  shield  was  round  me  spread, 

In  my  defenceless  sleep ; 
Let  Him  have  all  my  waking  hours, 
Who  doih  my  slumbers  keep. 

3  Pardon,  O  God,  my  former  sloth, 

And  arm  my  soul  with  grace  ; 
As  rising  now  I  seal  my  vows, 
To  prosecute  thy  ways. 


617,  518  FAMILY    WORSHIP. 

4  Bright  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Thy  radiant  heams  display, 
And  guide  my  dark,  bewilder'd  soul, 
To  everlasting  day. 

517.     CM.     Altered. 
Nearness  to  God  prayed  for. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  I  will  send 
My  cries  to  meet  thine  ear ; 
Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  Friend, — 
My  help  for  ever  near. 

2  O  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day, 

By  thy  sustaining  grace  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  live  in  love  and  peace. 

3  Thus  let  my  moments  smoothiy  run, 

My  hours  thus  pass  away, 
Till  evening  shades,  and  setting  suns, 
Be  lost  in  endless  day. 

518     L.  M. 

Leaning  on  Jesus'  bosom.     John  xiii.  23 

TIIHE  busy  scenes  of  day  are  clos'd, 
JL   The  evening  shades  invite  to  rest; 
Now  let  my  soul  remain  compos'd, 
Reclining  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

2  Jesus !  to  thee  an  evening  song. 
My  soul  in  gratitude  would  raise ; 

O  could  I  mount  and  join  that  throng. 
I'd  vie  with  angels  in  thy  praise. 

3  With  tears  of  joy  I'd  sing  the  God, 
Who  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  for  me  ; 
Then  hide  beneath  that  precious  blood 
Which  freely  flow'd  on  Calvary. 

4  There,  shelter'd,  would  my  soul  remain, 
While  weary  limbs  might  seek  repose ; 
Nor  from  that  fountain  go  again, 
When  morning  should  the  light  disclose. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP.  519,  520 

5  And  when,  at  last,  nor  sun  nor  moon, 
Nor  stars  shall  light  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
May  angel-bands  convey  me  home, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

519.    S.  M.     Walker's  Collection. 
Retiring  to  rest ;  an  emblem  of  death. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well, 

The  night  of  death  is  near. 

We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all, 

Of  what  we  now  possess. 

Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
Beneath  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 

Till  morning  light  appears : 

And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  w-e  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 

And  after  glory  run. 

And  wThen  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove  ; 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, — 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

520.    L.  M.     Baltimore  Collection. 
Whether  we  live  or  die,  we  are  the  Lord's. 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thy   own  Almighty  wings. 
2  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 


521,  522  PARTING 

521.    L.  M.    Watts. 
An  evening  Hymn. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days  , 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorials  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, — 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come : 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear ; 
O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 

5  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rend  mv  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


PARTING. 


522.     C.  M.     Whitfield's  Collection. 
A  parting  Hymn. 

BLEST  be  the  dear  uniting  love, 
That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  still  are  join'd  in  heart. 
2  Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 
Where  he  appoints  we  '11  go ; 
And  in  his  holy  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 


PARTING. 

3  O  let  us  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  beside  ; 
Nothing  desire,  nor  aught  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucify'd. 

4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave, 

To  his  belov'd  embrace  ; 
And  of  his  fullness  still  receive, 
The  fullness  of  his  grace. 

5  Then  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore  ; 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away. 
And  bodies  part  no  more 

523.     S.  M.     Walker's  Collection. 
Priise  to  God  at  parting. 

ONCE  more,  before  we  part, 
We  '11  bless  the  Saviour's  name 
Record  his  mercies  every  heart. 
Sing  every  tongue  the  same. 
2  Hoard  up  the  sacred  word, 

And  feed  thereon,  and  grow, 

Go  on  to  seek  to  know  the  Lord, 

And  practise  what  you  know. 

524.     7's.    Neiuton. 
At  parting.     Acts  xx.  32. 

FOR  a  season  call'd  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong , 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 
Give  ns,  if  we  live,  ere  long 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  aeain. 


525,  526  PARTING. 

525.  C.  M.    Anon. 

The  parHng  of  Christians  painful. 

LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We  're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

2  Yet,  Father !  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
0  let  thy  gracious  presence  still, 
With  every  soul  remain  ! 

3  0  may  we  all  in  Christ  be  one, 

Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 
Till  we  around  thy  glorious  throne 
Shall  joyful  meet  above : — 

4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 

And  pain,  and  grief,  shall  fly ; 
And  not  a  thought  that  we  must  part, 
E'er  interrupt  our  joy. 

5  Deliver'd,  then,  from  cares  and  pains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  ; 
But,  in  seraphic  heavenly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire  I 

526.  L.  M.     Hart. 
Dismission. 

DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  souls  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
From  sin,  and  guilt,  and  woe  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


DOXOLOGIES 

DOXOLOGIES. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne, 
Our  humble  songs  we  raise  : 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  powers,  eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  bless,  thy  nature  sing. 

2.     L.  M.    Watts. 
O  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 


T 


And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

3.  L.  M.     Kenn. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

4.  CM.    Watts 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord 

5.     C.  M.     Altered. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
Let  all  our  voices  raise, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
An  endless  song  of  praise. 

6.     S.  M.   Watts. 

ANGELS  around  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

7.    7's.   Epis.  coll. 

HOLY  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  ever  more,  shall  be. 

8. 

TO  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  ever  be 
All  praise  and  glory  shown, 
The  sacred  One  in  Three, 
By  angels  in  the  heavenly  world, 
And  men  upon  this  earthly  ball. 

9.  St.  Michael's  Tune. 

ALL  praise  to  the  Lord,  supreme  over  all, 
The  Father,  and  Son,  and  Spirit  divine ; 
One  God  in  three  persons,  before  thee  we  fall, 
Be  praise,  and  thanksgiving,  eternally  thine. 

10.  8.  8    6.     Epis  Coll 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 
And  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory,  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

11.  8.  7.  4.     Epis  Coll. 

GREAT  Jehovah !  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  join'd  in  glory, 
On  the  same  eternal  throne ; 
Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  ! 

12.     ll's. 

THOU  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  we  would  raise 
To  th'  Son,  and  the  Spirit,  one  chorus  of  praise, 
As  it  was,  and  it  is,  and  it  ever  shall  be, 
All  glory  and  honour,  Jehovah,  to  Thee. 


THE  CHOICE: 

PART  II. 

CONTAINING 
DESIGNED   FOR 

SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 


BY  WILLIAM   DOSSEY, 
Minister  of  Ike  Gospel. 


Teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in spiritual  songs,  singing  vith 

grace  in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord.— Paul. 


til  on®  sex. 

PART  II. 


NATIVITY  OF  CHRIST. 

1.     11.  10.     Heber. 
Star  of  Bethlehem. 

HAIL,  the  blest  morn!  see  the  great  Mediator 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descend ! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  your  King  in  the  manger, 
Lo!  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  Infant-Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall, 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  Preserver,  and  Sovereign  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Odours  of  Edom, — or  offerings  divine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  costly  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  procure, 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

2.     ll's.     Relief  Hymns. 
Advent  of  the  Saviour. 

YE  nations  exult,  for  salvation  is  nigh  ; 
The  star  that  announc'd  it,  has  beam'd  in  the 
sky; 


3  NATIVITY    OF   CHRIST. 

The  time  is  arriv'd  by  Jehovah's  decree, 

When  the  walkers  in  darkness  his  glory  shall  see. 

2  No  longer  by  types  or  in  shadows  conceal'd, 
In  light  and  in  truth  is  redemption  reveal'd  ; 
No  longer  to  tribe  or  to  region  confin'd, 
The  promise  of  God  is  display'd  to  mankind. 

3  The  angels  beheld  it — with  joy  who  survey 
The  sinner  that  turns  from  the  guilt  of  hid  way — 
And  voices  celestial  an  anthem  began, 

Of  glory  to  God,  and  of  mercy  to  man. 

4  Ye  lands  of  the  Gentile,  re-echo  the  strain  ! 
Break  forth  into  singing,  ye  isles  of  the  main! 
The  winds  to  your  shores  the  glad  tidings  shall  bring 
Rejoice  in  your  Saviour  !  rejoice  in  your  King! 

5  The  word  is  gone  forth,  and  the  heathen  around, 
The  farthest,  and  fiercest,  shall  joy  in  the  sound  ; 
All  nations,  all  tongues,  shall  in  unison  raise 

One  hymn  to  their  Maker, —  one  chorus  of  praise. 

6  Then  glory  to  Him,  the  great  Father  above, 
Who  sent  with  such  blessings  the  Son  of  his  love; 
And  glory  to  Him  who  came  down  from  on  high, 
To  save,  and  to  suffer,  to  triumph,  and  die. 

3.     Anon. 
Unto  you  is  born  this  day — a  Saviour.     Luke  ii.  11. 

HITHER  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of  triumph 
To  Bethlehem  haste,  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet 
To  you  this  day  is  born  a  Prince  and  Saviour, 
O !  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

2  O  Jesus!  for  such  wondrous  condescension, 
Our  praises  and  rev'rence  are  an  offering  meet  : 
Now  is  the  Word  made  flesh,  and  dwells  among  us! 
O !  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of  angels, 
And  let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat ! 
Unto  our  God  be  glory  in  the  highest ! 
O !  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 


NATIVITY    OF   CHRIST.  1 

4.     Altered. 
The  Message  of  the  Angels  to  the  Shepherds. 

FROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo !  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  good  news  how  the  Babe  was  at- 
tended ; — 
Go,  shepherds,  and  visit  this  wonderful  stranger, 
With  transport  go  visit  your  God  in  the  manger. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  who  hath  purchas'd  our  pardon, 
We  '11  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  '  Good  tidings  I  bring  to  you  and  each  nation, 
'Good  tidings  of  joy, — come,  behold  your  salvation," 
And  sudden  a  multitude  join  their  sweet  voices, 
And  praise  the  Redeemer,  while  heaven  rejoices. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  'All  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  be  given, 

'All  glory  to  God,  let  it  echo  through  heaven,' — 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  sweet  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation  and  glory. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  Enraptur'd,  I  burn  with  delight  and  desire. 
Such  love  so  divine  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire, — 
Around  the  bright  throne  loud  hosannas  are  ringing, 
O  when  shall  I  join  them,  and  be  ever  singing? 

Hallelujah,  &c 

5  O  Jesus,  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 

Over  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou  wilt  make  us  victo- 
rious, 
Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd  in  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

When  on  Canaan  we  stand,  having  gain'd  the  blest 

shore, 
With  harps  in  our  hands  we  '11  praise  Him  evermore ; 
We  '11  range  the  blest  fields  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujah  for  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 


>  NATIVITY   OF   CHRIST. 

5.    8.7. 
Incarnation,  death  and  resurrection  of  Christ 

FRAUGHT  with  peace  and  consolation 
Angels  from  the  court  above 
Flew  to  publish  man's  salvation, 
Hear"  them  sing  redeeming  love. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah ! 
We  are  on  our  journey  home, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah ! 
Jesus  smiles  and  bids  us  come. 

2  Floods  of*  glory  round  them  beaming, 

Kindling  darkness  into  day  ; 
Shepherds  heard,  with  joy  and  trembling, 
Christ  the  Saviour's  born  today. 

3  Glory  to  our  God  be  given, 

Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men  : 
Thus  the  song  broke  forth  in  heaven, 
Lei  it  rise  to  heaven  again. 

4  See  him  on  the  cross  suspended, 

Down  the  purple  torrent  ran  ; 
"  It  is  finished" — all  is  ended — 
God  is  reconciled  to  man. 

5  Heavenly  harps  a  while  in  mourning 

Lav  unstrung  in  silence  by, 
But  the  third,  lh'  appointed  morning, 
Raised  the  song  of  triumph  high. 

6  Hell  subdued,  the  grave  demolish'd, 

Down  the  heavenly  message  roll'd, 
Sin  atoned,  and  death  abolish'd — 
Bear  the  tidings  through  the  world. 

7  Mourner,  dry  your  trickling  sorrow, 

Jesus  lives  no  more  to  bleed — 
Join  the  song  and  sing  for  ever, 
"Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  indeed." 


CRUCIFIXION   OF   CHRIST.  t 

CRUCIFIXION  OF  CHRIST. 

6.     10,  11.     Saint  Michael's  Tune. 
Vie  Midnight  Prayer — Christ  my  Ail. 

VY",:S  night,  and  the  world  has  sunk  to  repose, 
JL    'Tis  midnight,  and  Christ  retires  to  pray,— 

j,  who  can  the  scene  in  the  Garden  disclose, 
The  scene  of  his  sorrows  in  Gethsemane : 

Come,  sinners,  attend  the  prayer  of  your  God ; 

O,  come,  let  us  watch  one  hour  with  him, 
And  mingle  repentance  with  that  precious  blood. 

The  price  of  our  pardon — redemption  from  sin. 

Awake,  sleeping  souls !  and  watch  unto  prayer, 
Each  other  exhort — temptation  is  nigh ; 

Live  near  to  your  Saviour,  I  too  would  live  there, 
Lest  falsely,  like  Peter,  I  him  should  deny. 

O  Jesus,  in  woe  I  see  thee  resign'd, 

All  cover'd  in  blood,  the  price  of  my  soul ; 

On  me,  my  Redeemer,  bestow  the  same  mind, 
My  heart,  all  my  powers,  in  mercy  control. 

5  Awake  me.  dear  Lord,  and  keep  me  awake, 
Uphold  by  thy  strength,  or  else  I  shall  fall  ; 
For  thee,  my  Redeemer,  I  all  things  forsake, 
Thou,  thou  art  my  portion,  my  God,  and  my  alL 

7.    8.  8.  a    Altered. 
The  Saviour's  Sufferings  and  Triumph. 

THROUGHOUT  the  Saviour's  life,  we  trace 
The  deepest  woe — the  richest  grace ; 
No  period  else  is  seen. 
When  he,  the  spotless  victim,  fell, 
He  shook  the  earth  and  conquered  hell, 
And  made  an  end  of  sin. 
O 


CRUCIFIXION   OF   CHRIST. 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
The  Saviour  kneel  and  pray  for  me  : 

For  this  I  him  adore  : 
Seiz'd  with  a  crimson  sweat  throughout, 
It  forc'd  its  painful  passage  out, 

Through  every  opening  pore. 

3  His  temples  bore  the  piercing  thorn  ; 
His  back  with  cruel  scourging  torn, 

Without  a  murmuring  word  : — 
And  now  the  fatal  cross  he  bears. 
Marking  the  way  with  blood  and  tears, 

Fainting  beneath  the  load. 

4  Thus  up  the  rugged  hill  he  came, 
While  harden'd  sinners  mock  his  pain, 

And  then  his  cross  they  rear ; — 
And  can  I  see  the  mighty  God, 
Struggling  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear .' 

5  And  now  in  flesh  the  God  I  see, 
Expiring  in  anguish  on  the  tree  ! 

What  tongue  his  woes  can  tell ! 
The  shuddering  rocks  their  heads  recline, 
The  mourning  sun  refus'd  to  shine. 

When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

6  But  though  he  bow'd  his  head  to  death, 
Hell  and  the  grave  are  conquer'd  both ; 

He  rises ! — let  me  sing — 
In  triumph  he  ascends  on  high, 
Again  he  lives,  no  more  to  die — 

The  universal  King. 

7  Shout,  brethren,  shout !  in  songs  of  praise, 
He  bow'd  to  death  our  souls  to  raise, 

From  guilt  and  endless  woe  : 
Bright  Seraphs,  raise  your  voices  higher ; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  unite  the  choir — 

And  praise  for  ever  flow. 


CRUCIFIXION   OF   CHRIST. 

8.    P.  M.    Dover  Selection. 
The  Crucifixion. 

SAW  ye  my  Saviour  ? 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
O  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood 

2  See  him  extended — 
Extended,  and  nail'd  to  the  cross ! 

O  he  bows  his  awful  head, 
And  is  number'd  with  the  dead, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain  ! 

O,  the  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 
When  his  Majesty  Divine 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

4  Solemn  the  darkness — 

How  solemn  the  darkness  that  reign'd ! 
Earth  to  its  centre  shook, 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  broke, 

When  Jesus  the  Saviour  was  slain- 

5  Now  it  is  finish'd — 
Now  the  atonement  is  made : 

O  sinners,  but  believe, 
And  forgiveness  you'll  receive — 
The  Saviour  arose  from  the  dead. 

6  Hail !  mighty  Saviour, 
Prince  and  Ihe  Author  of  Peace ; 

O,  the  grave  he  open  threw, 
And  he  past  triumphant  through, 
To  the  mansions  of  glory  and  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding — 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live,— 

O  Father,  I  have  died, 
Now  behold  my  hands  and  side ! 
O  Father !  I  pray  thee  forgive. 


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9  CRUCIFIXION   OF   CHRIST. 

8      Hear  it,  ye  sinners ! 
Hear  it,  repent,  and  believe; 

O,  through  Christ's  atoning  blood, 

Be  ye  reconcil'd  to  God, 
And  pardon  you  all  shall  receive. 

9.     P.  M.     Altered. 

The  sufferings  of  Cfirist. 

HEN  sinful  man  my  Lord  betray  d 
And  all  my  guilt  was  on  Him  laid, 
What  glorious  scenes  were  then  display'd, 

Upon  Mount  Calvary ! 
His  solemn  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  rocks  and  tombs  &JLJJk*«  iv't  f 
The  sleeping  saints  tneir  graves  ioitsook. 
And  upwards  cast  a  hopeful  look, 
To  worlds  of  endless  joy. 

2  He  hung  betwixt  the  earth  and  skies ; 
He  bows  his  awful  head  and  dies ! 

O  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Behold  his  torturing  pain ! 
The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight ; 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
And  shrouded  nature  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lamb  was  slain. 

3  '  'Tis  finish'd !'  thus  the  Saviour  said, 
'  The  great  atonement  now  is  made ; 
'  Sinners,  on  me  your  guilt  was  laid,. 

'  For  you  I  spilt  my  blood  ; 
'  For  you  my  tender  hear!,  did  move, 
•  For  you  1  left  the  courts  above, 
4  That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove., 
'  The  depth  and  height  of  perfect  love, 

In  me  your  smiling  God.' 

4  Now  see  Him  mount  the  throne  of  state, 
And  fill  the  Mediatorial  seat, 

And  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 
With  loud  hesannae  tell ; 


CRUCIFIXION    OF   CHRIST.  10,  11 

•  While  he  endur  d  exquisite  pains, 
1  He  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains !' 
Thus  saints  and  seraphs  join  their  strains, 
And  sound  through  all  the  heavenly  plains, 
'  He  conquer'd  death  and  hell !' 

10.     8.  7.  4.     Rippon's  Selection. 
Finished  Redemption. 

HARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ! 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky ! 

'  It  is  finish'd !' 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

'  It  is  finish'd !'  O  what  pleasure 
Do  'these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord ; 

It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  in  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  ImmanuePs  name. 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  conquering  Lamb ! 

11.     P.  M.     Anon. 
Christ's  death,  resurrection,  and  triumph 

JESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
The  wine-press  treads  alone ; 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up 

With  his  expiring  groan 
Lo !  the  powers  of  heaven  he  shakes  ,■ 

Nature  in  convulsion  lies — 
Earth's  profoundest  centre  quakes ; 
The  great  Jehovah  dies ! 


12  CRUCIFIXION   OF   CHRIST. 

2  Dies,  the  glorious  Cause  of  all ! 

The  true  eternal  Plan — 
Falls  to  raise  us  from  our  fall, 

To  ransom  guilty  man ! 
Well  might  the  sun  withdraw  his  light, 

With  the  Sufferer  sympathize ; 
Leave  the  world  in  sudden  night, 

While  his  Creator  dies ! 

3  O  my  God !  he  dies  for  me ! 

I  feel  the  mortal  smart  : 
See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 

A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart : 
O  that  all  to  thee  would  turn ; 

Sinners,  ye  may  love  him  too — 
Look  on  him  ye  pierc'd,  and  mourn 

For  one  who  bled  for  you. 

4  Weep  o'er  your  Desire  and  Hope, 

With  tears  of  humblest  love ; 
Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthron'd  above  : 
Lives  our  Head,  to  die  no  more — 

Power  is  all  to  Jesus  given — 
Worshipp'd  as  he  was  before, 

Th'  eternal  King  of  heaven. 

12.   P.  M.  Altered. 
Rejoicing  in  Christ  crucified.    Gal.  vi.  14- 

VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu ! 
With  all  of  creature-good ; 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood ; 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride, 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 
'Tis  all  but  vanity ; 
Christ  the  Lamb  of  God  was  slain. 
He  tasted  death  for  me, — 


CRUCIFIXION    OF    CHRIST.  13 

Me  to  save  from  endless  woe, 
The  sin-atoning  victim  died ; — Only,  &c. 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest : 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide ; — Only,  &c. 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; — Only,  &c 

5  O,  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove ! 
Show  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
Fain  would  I  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied ; — Only,  &c. 

13.    P.  M.     Waifs- 

Jesus,  infinitely  superior  to  all  worldly  objects. 
'M  tired  of  visits,  modes,  and  forms, 


I 


And  flatteries  paid  to  feilow-worms  : 

Their  conversation  cloys ; 
Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuff; 
But  1  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 
Of  thy  sweet  company,  my  Lord, 

Thou  Life  of  all  my  joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue : 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 
Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold, 

Nor  think  the  darkness  long. 


14  RESURRECTION   OF   CHRIST. 

3  There,  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  the  sins,  a  heavy  load, 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name, 
That  knew  not  guilt  nor  grief  his  own, 

But  bore  it  all  for  me. 

4  I  hear  the  glorious  Sufferer  tell, 
How  on  the  cross  he  vanquish'd  hell, 

And  all  the  powers  beneath ; 
Transported  and  inspir'd,  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song ; 
How  hath  the  serpent  lost  his  sting ! 

And  where  's  thy  victory,  death  ? 

5  But  when  he  shows  his  hands,  his  heart, 
And  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  fire : 
Not  the  belo ,  ed  John  could  rest 
With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 
Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  wounds 

With  more  intense  desire. 

6  Kindly  he  opens  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains : 
Thus,  while  I  ease  my  burden'd  heart, 
In  every  woe  he  bears  a  part, 
His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand 

My  drooping  head  sustains. 


RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 

14     S.  M.    Hart. 
The  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

CHRISTIANS,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Let  hope  and  joy  succeed  ; 
The  great  good  news  "with  gladness  hear, 
'  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed.' 


EXALTATION    OF    CH1UST.  15 

The  shades  of  death  withdrawn, 

His  eyes  their  beams  display ; 
So  wakes  the  sun,  when  rosy  dawn 

Unbars  the  gates  of  day 

2  The  p.-oniise  is  fulfill'd , 

Sal .  ation's  work  is  done 
Justice  with  mercy  reconciled. 

And  God  has  rais'd  his  Son. 
He  quits  the  dark  abode, 

From  all  corruption  free, 
The  holy,  harmless  child  of  God, 

Could  no  corruption  see. 

3  Angels,  with  saints  above, 

The  rising  Victor  sing ; 
And  all  the  blissful  seats  of  love 

With  loud  hosannas  ring ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  too,  below, 

Your  hearts  and  voices  raise ; 
Let  every  breast  with  gladness  glow, 

And  every  tongue  sing  praise. 

My  soul,  thy  Saviour  laud ; 

Who  all  thy  sorrows  bore  ; 
Who  died  for  sin,  but  lives  to  God ; 

And  lives  to  die  no  more. 
His  death  procur'd  thy  peace, 

His  resurrection  thine ; 
Believe — receive  the  full  release  ; 

'Tis  sign'd  with  blood  divine. 


EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 

15.     7's.     Anon. 
ChrisCs  Ascension  and  Session 

HAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 
Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven ! 


16  EXALTATION    OF   CHRIST. 

There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
'  Lift  your  heads,  ye  crystal  gates ! 
*  Wide  unfoid  the  radiant  scene, 
'Take  the  King  of  Glory  in!' 

2  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  the  church  his  own; 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads, 
Next  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master !  may  we  ever  say, 
Taken  from  our  Head  away  ; 
See,  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 
Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
Far  above  yon  azure  height, — 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Foll'wing  thee  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Ever  upwards  may  we  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  gasping  after  home ! 
There  may  we  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  a  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

16.     Anon. 
Desiring  to  unite  with  heaven,  in  the  worship  of  Jet 

BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptur'd  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysian  i 
Lo !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes ! 
Burst,  ye  intervening  skies  ; 
Sun  of  righteousness  arise,' 
Open  the  gates  of  Paradise ! 


EXALTATION    OF   CHRIST.  J7 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him : 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame, 

Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim, 
All  the  music  of  his  name, 

Heaven  ech'ing  with  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise, 

From  their  princely  station ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 

Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
'  Glory  give  to  God  alone ; 

Holy,  holy,  holy  One !' 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  ! 
Join  we  to  their  holy  lays, 

Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraphs'  songs — 

Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongues; 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 

Jesus,  Jesus,  roll  along. 

17.     C.  M.    Rippn?i's  Selection 
The  coronation  of  Christ. 

ALL  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Babes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  lore, 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall ; 
Now  join  with  all  the  hosts  above, 
And*  crown  him  Lord  of  all 


18  CHARACTERS   OF   CHRIST. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball", 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  0  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall '. 
We  '11  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


CHARACTERS  OF  CHRIST. 

18.     8's.    Relief  Hymns. 
The  Sympathy  of  Jesus  implored. 

WHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain, — 
He  sees  my  wants,  allay.«  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdoafs  narrow  way, 
To  flee  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, — 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Deceiv'd  by  those  I  priz'd  too  well, — 
He  shall  his  pitying  aid  bestow, 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe, — 
At  once  betray'd,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  that  shar'd  his  daily  bread. 

4  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismay 'd,  my  spirit  dies, 
He  who,  unmoved,  withstood  the  power 
Of  darkness,  in  his  dying  hour, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 


CHARACTERS   OF   CHRIST.  19 

|5  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend 
That  covers  all  was  once  a  friend, — 
And  from  his  hand,  his  voice,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  wThile, — 
My  Saviour  marks  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Jesus  wept  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

|6  And  O !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  Lord,  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  dying  bed,  for  thou  hast  died; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  last  sad  tear  away. 

19.     7.  6.     Newton. 
Jesus  the  good  Physician. 

HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul  ; 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compar'd  with  sin  ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within ; 
Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combin'd  ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain; 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  m<-  h~p53  were  cross'd. 


20  CHARACTERS   OF    CHRIST. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician, 

How  matchless  is  his  grace ! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case ; 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, — 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd  ; 
Then  bid  me  look  unto  him, — 

I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd 

5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  anguish  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death ; 
Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he  '11  freely  give, 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

"Pis  only  look  and — Live ! 

20.     ll's.    Altered. 
The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd — i"  ivill  fear  no  evil. 

THE  Lord  is  my  shepherd, my  guard,  and  my  guide, 
Whatever  I  want  he  will  kindly  provide  ; 
No  harm  can  approach  me,  for  he  is  my  shield, 
From  th'  fowls  of  the  air,  and  the  beasts  of  the  field. 

2  What  'scapes  to  his  merciful  kindness  I  owe, 
When  rash  and  unguarded  I  sought  my  own  woe  ,• 
When  lost  in  dark  errors,  and  wandering  astray, 
His  word,  like  a  sun-beam,  illumin'd  my  way. 

3  Whene'er  at  a  distance  he  sees  me  afraid, 

He  skips  o'er  the  mountains,  and  (lies  to  my  aid  ; 

Then  gently  reproves  me,  and  bids  me  abide 

In  the  midst  of  his  fold,  and  keep  near  to  his  side. 

4  To  th'  Fountain  of  fullness,  whene'er  I  have  need, 
He  leads  me,  and  bids  me  on  dainties  to  feed  ; 
How  rich  is  the  pasture — how  sweet  is  the  food! 
To  feast  on  the  love  of  a  crucify'd  God  ! 

5  How  safe  in  his  keeping,  how  happy  and  free, 
Are  all  that  come  to  him,  though  worthless  as  me ; 
A  fullness  of  blessing  is  found  in  his  word — 

'  Yea,  blest  are  the  people  who.se  God  is  the  Lord.' 


CHARACTERS   OF   CHRIST.  91 

6  If  hungry,  or  thirsty,  just  ready  to  faint, 

Relief  in  due  season  prevents  their  complaint ; 
His  word,  like  the  manna  that  fell  from  the  sky, 
Is  sent  from  their  Shepherd,  their  wants  to  supply. 
*  The  Lord  is  my  shepherd — what  then  shall  I  fear  f ' 
No  foe  shall  affright  me  while  he  is  so  near; 
His  presence  my  sorrows  and  woes  shall  heguile, — 
E'en  death  can't  affright  me  if  Jesus  but  smile. 

21.     9.  8.    Newton. 
Christ' s  presence  the  bcium  of  our  woes. 

WHEN  my  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  is  near. 
How  quickly  my  sorrows  depart! 
New  beauties  around  me  appear, 
New  spirits  enliven  my  heart. 
His  presence  gives  peace  to  my  soul, 

And  Satan  assaults  me  in  vain  ; 
While  my  Shepherd  his  power  controls, 
I  think  I  no  more  shall  complain. 

2  But,  alas  !  wThat  a  change  do  I  find, 

Whene'er  he  withdraws  from  my  sight ! 

(Mv  fears  all  return  to  my  mind, 
My  day  is  soon  chang'd  into  night : 
Then  Satan  his  efforts  renews 
To  vex  and  ensnare  me  again ; 
All  mv  pleasing  enjoyments  1  lose, 
And  then  I  lament  and  complain. 
3  By  these  changes  I  often  pass  through, 
I  am  taught  my  own  weakness  to  know  ; 
I  am  taught  what  my  Shepherd  can  do, 
And  how  much  to  his  mercy  I  owe : 
It  is  he  that  supports  me  through  all, 

When  I  faint,  he  revives  me  again  ; 
He  attends  to  my  prayer  when  I  call, 
And  bids  me  no  longer  complain. 

4  Why,  then,  should  I  murmur  and  grieve, 
Since  my  Shepherd  is  always  the  same, 
And  has  promis'd  he  never  will  leave 
The  soul  that  confides  in  his  name  ? 


22  CHARACTERS   OF    CHRIST. 

To  relieve  me  from  all  that  I  fear, 
He  was  buffeted,  templed,  and  slain. 

And,  at  length,  he  will  surely  appear, 

Though  he  leaves  me  a  while  to  complain. 

5  While  I  dwell  in  an  enemy's  land, 

Can  I  hope  to  be  always  in  peace? 
Tis  enough  lliat  my  Shepherd  s  ai  hand. 

And  that  shortly  this  warfare  will  cease  : 
Ere  long  he  will  bid  me  remove 

From  those  regions  of  sorrow  and  pain, 
To  abide  in  his  presence  above, 

And  then  I  no  more  shall  complain. 


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22.     8   7.     Anon. 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

ET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
Come,  and  bid  our  jarring  cease ; 
Come,  O  come,  and  reign  fbr  ever. 

God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace  ; 
Visit  now  thy  favour'd  Zion — 

See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep ; 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
'  Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep.' 

Saviour  God,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Help  us  still  to  persevere ; 
Nothing,  we  are  sure,  can  harm  us, 

While  our  loving  Shepherd  's  near. 
Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap  ; 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We  've  been  sinners  from  our  youth : 
Guide,  O  guide  us  by  thy  Spirit, 

Help  us  to  embrace  the  truth ; 
Help  us  on  thy  word  to  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep — 
Love  our  Lord,  adore  our  Saviour — 

'  Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep 


CHARACTERS   OF   CHRIST.  23 

4  Here  the  Prince  of  thy  salvation, 

Saying,  '  Fear  not,  little  flock, 
1 1,  myself,  am  thy  foundation, 

'Thou  art  built  upon  this  rock; 
'  Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 

'  Near  thy  Shepherd  constant  keep, 
'  Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy, 

'  I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep.' 

5  Christ,  alone,  our  souls  shall  rest  on, 

Taught  by  hira  we  '11  own  his  name, 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 

How  it  doth  our  hearts  inflame  ! 
Now  we  'II  rush  through  what  encumbers, 

Every  hind'rance  overleap; 
Undismay'd  by  force  or  numbers, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

23.    P.  M.   Altered. 

Motives  to  diligence  and  perseverance. 

E  travellers  to  Paradise, 
That  holy,  happy  place, 
Who  love  the  blessed  Jesus, 

And  feel  his  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Your  highway  lies  before  you, 

And  upwards  doth  ascend, 
And  leads  you  on  to  glory, 
To  see  your  heavenly  Friend  ; — 

2  A  friend  that 's  nearer  to  you 

Than  any  brother  here  ; 
Your  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 

Your  great  Redeemer  dear; 
Who  once  a  human  body 

Upon  himself  did  take, 
Us  sinners,  heirs  of  glory 

Eternally  to  make.  t 

3  He  sufTer'd,  bled,  and  groan'd  and  died 

Upon  the  Roman  cross, 
To  make  atonement  for  our  sins, 
And  to  retrieve  our  loss ; 


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24  i  PRAISE. 

He  seal'd  our  pardon  when  he  died, 
And  so  remov'd  the  curse, 

And  then  ascended  up  on  high, 
To  intercede  for  us. 

4  Exalted  there  at  God's  right  hand, 

The  loving  Lamb  doth  sit; 
And  shows  his  wounded  body, 

His  hpad,  his  hands,  his  feet ; 
He  pleads  his  matchless  merit, 

Before  his  Father's  throne ; 
And  sends  us  down  his  Spirit, 

And  holds  us  out  a  crown  ; — 

5  A  crown  of  life,  of  endless  life, 

The  sovereign  gift  of  God  ; 
Immensely  rich  the  treasure ! 

It  cost  the  Saviour's  blood  ! — 
Now  on  a  state  of  trial, 

But  that  will  shortly  end  ; 
Then  you'll  ascend  to  glory, 

To  meet  your  dearest  Friend. 

6  Not  transiently  to  visit, 

And  thence  to  earth  remove, 
But  live  for  ever  near  him, 

And  ever  feel  his  love ; 
There  sin  shall  cease  to  trouble  you, 

Temptations  will  be  o'er — 
O,  brethren !  keep  a  closer  walk, 

And  love  your  Jesus  more 


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PRAISE. 
24.     10.  11.     Brady. 
Saints  called  upon  to  praise  God. 
PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  your  glad  voice 


His  praise  in  the  great  assembly  to  sing  ; 
In  our  great  Creator  let  Israel  rejoice, 
And  children  of  Zion  be  glad  in  their  king- 


praise.  25, 26 

2  Let  them  his  great  name  for  ever  adore, 
With  timbrel  and  harp  his  praises  express; 
Who  sends  forth  the  gospel  to  comlbrt  the  poor, 
And  always  takes  pleasure  the  humble  to  bless. 

25.     P.  M.     Epifi.  Cull. 
Praise  for  llir  Gospel. 

ZION,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest — how  lowly  his  birth 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 

He  stoops  to  redeem  thee — he  reigns  upon  earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs — Messiah  is  King. 

2  Tell  how  he  comelh,  from  nation  to  nation, 

The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round ; 
How  free  to  the  convict  he  offers  salvation ; 

His  saints  shall  with  joy  everlasting  be  crown"d. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, — 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and  the  skies. 

26.     6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  8.     Swain. 
Praise  for  Redemption. 

ON  earth  the  song  begins, 
In  heaven  more  sweet  and  loud, 
To  Him  that  drowns  our  sins 
In  his  atoning  blood  ; 
To  Him  they  cry  in  rapturous  strain, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  power — Amen. 

2      Ye  saints  on  earth,  repeat 

What  heaven  with  rapture  owns, 
And  while  before  his  feet 
The  elders  cast  their  crowns, 
Go,  imitate  the  choirs  above, 
And  tell  the  world  vour  Saviour's  love. 


Sing,  as  ye  pass  along 

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With  joy  and  wonder  rung, 


27  PRAISE. 

Till  others  learn  the  song, 

And  own  your  Lord  their  King ; 
Till  converts  join  you  as  ye  go, 
And  make  a  growing  heaven  below. 

4  Inform  the  listening  world, 

How  Jesus,  when  he  fell, 
The  powers  of  darkness  hurl'd 

Down  to  the  depths  of  hell ; 
And  rising,  bore  the  rescu'd  prize, 
His  church,  in  triumph  through  the  skies. 

5  Alone  he  took  the  field  ; 

Alone  the  battle  fought; 
With  his  own  sword  and  shield, 

The  mighty  work  he  wrought ; 
The  mighty  work  was  all  his  own. 
And  let  Him  ever  wear  the  crown. 

6  Our  feeble  minds  are  lost 

Beneath  the  lofty  strain ; 
But,  Jordan's  billows  cross'd, 

We  '11  catch  the  sound  again  ; 
In  praise  assist  the  heavenly  choir, 
Nor  ever  stop,  nor  ever  tire. 

27.     S.  M.    IVatt*. 
Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth. 

CIOME  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
/  And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
The  sorrows  of  (he  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  this  place  ! 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King, 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 


The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  please. 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  manages  the  seas ; 

3  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love, 
He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers 

To  carry  us  above. 
There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

4  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 

Should  constant  joys  create. 
The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  l»e  dry  ; 
We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground. 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

28.     8.6.    Walts. 
The  everlasting  song. 

EARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long ! 
'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 

And  to  my  native  skies : 
There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour  sits : 

The  God  !  how  bright,  he  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 


28 


28  PRAISE. 

2  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 

With  an  immortal  sound : 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs  ; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 

Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

3  Hark !  how,  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  time  and  space,  they  run ; 
And  echo,  in  majestic  sounds, 

The  Godhead  of  the  Son ! 
And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune, 

And  gentler  notes  they  play ; 
And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down 

To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 

4  O  sacred  beauties  of  the  man ! 

The  God  resides  within  ; 
His  flesh  all  pure  without  a  stain, 

His  soul  without  a  sin. 
But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 

Silent  their  harps  abide  ; 
Suspended  songs,  a  moment,  mourn 

The  God  that  lov'd  and  died. 

5  Then,  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 

They  summon  every  chord, 
Tell  how  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  pains, 

And  chant  the  rising  Lord. 
Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 

Here  's  joyful  work  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise : 
O  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 

My  passions  to  the  skies ! 
There  ye  that  love  my  Saviour  sit, 

There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet. 

So  I  might  see  his  face. 


PRAISE.  29, 80 

29.     6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  8     Altered. 
Praise  for  redemption. 

LET  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
Angels  and  men  be  join'd, 
To  celebrate,  with  me, 
The  Saviour  of  mankind  ; 
To  praise  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
And  bless  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name. 

2  His  name  the  sinner  hears. 
And  is  from  guilt  set  free  ; 
'Tis  music  in  his  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  liberty  ; 

New  songs  of  praise  his  lips  employ. 
And  his  glad  heart  exults  for  joy. 

3  O  unexampled  love ! 

O  all-redeeming  grace! 

How  swiftly  didst  thou  move 

To  save  our  fallen  race ! 
What  shall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  my  poor  soul  hast  done  I 

l      To  serve  thy  blessed  will, 
Thy  dying  love  to  praise — 
Thy  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  minister  thy  grace, 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 
And  to  thy  name  devoted  live-. 

30.     ll's.     Rippon's  Selection. 
The  foundation  of  the  Christian's  faith.     2  Peter  i.  4 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

\  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ; 
Ai  home,  or  abroad,  On  the  land:,  on  the  sea, 
As  thy  ila;  s  may  flnroari'i^  shall  thy  strength  ever  be 


31  PRAISE. 

3  '  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd ! 
•I,  I  am  thy  God  !  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 
'  I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  t 

stand, 
'Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  '  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
'  The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
'For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
•And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  '  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 

*  My  grace,  all-sufticient,  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
'The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 

'  Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  'E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
'  My  sovereign,  eteraal,  unchangeable  love  ; 

'  And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
'  Like  lambs,  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  '  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
'  I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes ; 

1  That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavour  to  shake 

•  I  '11  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake  !' 


31.     8.  7.  8.  7.  4.  7.     Wesley's  Collection. 

OTHOU  God  of  my  salvation, 
My  Redemer  from  all  sin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion, 
Yearning  bowels  from  within ! 

I  will  praise  thee ; 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin  ? 

2  Though  unseen,  I  love  the  Saviour, 
He  almighty  grace  has  shown, 
Pardon'd  guilt,  and  purchas'd  favour ; 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known  ; 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 


3  Angels  now  are  hovering  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd,  they  mix  the  throng, 
Wondering  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
Glad  to  join  and  swell  the  song; 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praise  to  Christ  belong. 


B 


32.     P.  M.     Robinson. 

Praise  of  Jesa-* 

RIGHTNESS  of  the  Father's  glory, 


Shall  thy  praise  unutter'd  lie? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  this  guilty  silence, 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

2  Did  the  angels  sing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 

3  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe  ; 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives; 
Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  flow. 

4  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour, 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne ; 
Go,  return,  and  reign  for  ever, 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
None  but  Jesus  will  I  know ; 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  flow. 

33.     ll's.    Anon. 
Yea,  Lord,  thou  knowest  that  I  love  thee.    John  xxi.  15. 

O  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy  feeti 
A  sacrifice  offering  of  soul,  flesh  and  blood : 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God. 
P 


34, 35  praise. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord ! 

I  love  thee,  my  Saviour!  thy  ways  and  thy  word  ; 
I  love  theef  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know, 
But  how  much  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show  ' 

3  All  human  expression  is  empty  and  vain ; 
Tongue  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
And  sure,  if  the  language  of  angels  I  had, 

I  could  not,  completely,  the  mystery  describe. 

4  I'm  happy!  I  'm  happy  \  O,  wondrous  account! 
My  joys  are  immortal — I  stand  on  the  mount, — 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  angels  my  kindred,  and  Jesus  my  dear. 

34.  ll's.     Altered. 

To  feel  that  Christ  is  ours,  eclipses  all  earthly  objects. 

O  JESUS,  my  Saviour !  to  know  thou  art  mine, 
Would  cause  me  the  pleasures  of  sense  to  resign 
Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the  best ; 
Without  thee  I  'm  wretched,  but  with  thee  am  blesL 

2  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was  blind — 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find  ; 
And  when  I  Was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
Thy  mercy  reliev'd  me,  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel. 
The  language  of  mortals  or  angels  would  fail ; 
My  Jesus  is  precious — my  soul 's  in  a  flame — 
I  rise  into  raptures  while  praising  his  name. 

4  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer, 
In  deep  meditation  he  always  is  near, 
My  constant  companion,  O,  never  to  part ; 
All  glory  to  Jesus  !  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 

35.  8.7.    Neivton. 

Grateful  recollection.     1  Sam.  vii.  12. 

f^lOME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
V7  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  i 


35 


Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 

Praise  the  mount — I  'm  fixt  upon  it — 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  uy  thy  help  I  'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home : 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3  O !  to  grace,  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I  'm  constraint  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  soul  to  thee : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here  's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

PART  II.     Unknown. 

OTHAT  day,  when  freed  from  sinning, 
I  shall  see  thy  lovely  face : 
Richly  cloth'd  in  blood-wash'd  linen, 
How  I  '11  sing  thy  sov'reign  grace ! 
Come,  dear  Lord,  no  longer  tarry, 

Take  my  raptur'd  soul  away ; 

Send  thine  angels  down  to  carry 

Me  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

2  If  thou  ever  didst  discover 

To  my  faith  the  promis'd  land, 
Bid  me  Jordan's  stream  pass  over, 

On  the  heavenly  Canaan  stand  ; 
Speak,  as  thou  didst  once  to  Moses, 

When  most  proper  I  should  die, 
Then  remove  whate'er  opposes, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 


86,  37  TRAISE. 

36.     11  *s.     Rippon's  Selection. 
The  boundless  mercy  of  God. 

THY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue ; 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast 

2  Without  thy  free  mercy  I  ceuld  not  live  here, 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair : 
But  through  thy  rich  goodness,  my  spirits  revive, 
And  he  that  first  made  me,  still  keeps  me  alive. 

3  How  sweet  is  the  mercy  that  melts  me  to  love, 
And  bids  all  the  hardness  of  sin  to  remove ! 
Dissolv'd  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I've  found. 

4  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day, 

To  the  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by  the  way : 
No  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back. 
Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell ; 
Its  glories  I  '11  sing,  and  its  wonders  1 11  tell ; 
'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree. 
That  open'd  the  channel  of  mercy  to  me. 

6  Great  Father  of  mercies!  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  th'  covenant  love  of  thy  crucified  Son : 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  whisper  divine 
Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness  mine. 

37.    L.  M.    Watt* 

The  All-seeing  God. 

LORD,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising,  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 
'  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
* Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ! 
'  Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
4  Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there*' 


PRAISE.  38 

2  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded,  still,  with  God. 

3  Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  1  thy  presence  slruij, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  i 

4  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthron'd  in  ligi  1  { 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengeance  reigns. 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

5  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  western  sea", 

Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

6  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight, 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night, 
Oae  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

7  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they  're  both  alike  to  thee; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  spy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  thine  eye. 

38.     Anon. 
God  beheld  in  his  work?. 

THROUGH  all  the  world  below, 
God  we  see  all  around ; 
Search  hills  and  valleys  through, 

There  he 's  found. 
The  growing  of  the  corn, 
The  lily  and  the  thorn, 
The  pleasant  and  forlorn — 

All  declare  God  is  there : 
In  meadows  drest  in  green. 

There  he 's  seen. 


i  PRAISE 

2  See  springs  of  water  rise, 

Fountains  flow,  rivers  run ; 
The  mist  below  the  skies 

Hides  the  sun ; 
Then  down  the  rain  doth  pour, 
The  ocean  it  doth  roar, 
And  dash  against  the  shore, 

All  to  praise,  in  their  lays, 
The  God  that  ne'er  declines 

His  designs. 

3  The  sun,  to  my  surprise, 

Speaks  of  God  as  he  flies ; 
The  comets  in  their  blaze, 

Give  him  praise : 
The  shining  of  the  stars. 
The  moon  as  it  appears, 
His  sacred  name  declares : 

See  them  shine,  all  divine ! 
The  shades  in  silence  prove 

God  's  above. 

4  Then  let  my  station  be 

Here  on  earth,  as  I  see 
The  sacred  One  in  Three 

All  agree : 
Through  all  the  world  is  made, 
The  forest  and  the  glade ; 
Nor  let  me  be  afraid, 

Though  I  dwell  on  the  hill, 
Since  nature's  works  declare 

God  is  there. 


M 


39.     8's.    Altered. 

I  will  praise  thee  at  all  times. 

Y  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 


That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name 
Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice ; 


PRAISE.  40 

No  more  let  my  ungrateful  heart. 
One  moment  from  thy  praise  depart ; 
But  live  and  sing  in  sweet  accord. 
The  glories  of  my  sovereign  Lord. 

2  Jesus !  thou  hope  of  glory,  come, 

And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  "Rome  ; 
Through  all  the  remnant  of  my  days, 

0  let  me  speak,  and  live  thy  praise ! 
Incessantly  I  want  to  pray, 

And  live  rejoicing  every  day, 

And  give  thee  thanks  for  every  thing, 

And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout" and  sing. 

3  In  thine  embrace  I  then  would  die, 
And  rise  to  worlds  of  endless  joy, 

Till  Christ  the  Lord  in  clouds  shall  come, 
And  Gabriel's  trump  shall  rend  my  tomb 
Then  from  the  dust  of  death  I  '11  spring, 
And  shout,  'O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  V 
1 0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  V 

1  '11  shout  through  all  eternity. 

40.     Anon. 

Behold  what  manner  of  love  the  Father  hath  bestowed 

on  us. 

WHAT  wondrous  love  is  this ; — O  my  soul !  <fcc. 
What  wondrous  love  is  this, 
That  caus'd  the  Lord  of  bliss 
To  bear  the  dreadful  curse,     For  my  soul,  &c. 

2  When  I  was  sinking  down, — Sinking  down,  &c. 
When  I  was  sinking  down, 

Beneath  God's  righteous  frown, 

Christ  laid  aside  his  crown,     For  my  soul,  &c. 

3  Ye  winged  seraphs  fly ! — Bear  the  news,  &c. 
Ye  winged  seraphs  fly, 

Like  comets  through  the  sky, 

Fill  vast  eternity  with  the  news,  &c. 

4  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  I  will  sing,  &c. 
To  God  and  to  the  Lamb, 


41  PRAISE. 

And  to  the  groat  I  AM, 

While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing,  &c. 

5  Come,  friends  of  Zion's  King,     Join  the  praise,  &u. 
Come,  friends  of  Zion's  King, 

With  hearts  and  voices  sing, 

And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise,  &c. 

6  Thus,  while  from  death  we  're  free,  we  '11  sing  on,&c 
Thus,  while  from  death  we  're  free, 

We  '11  sing,  and  joyful  be. 

And  through  eternity  we  '11  sing  on,  &c. 

7  And  when  to  that  bright  world  we  arise,  &c. 
When  to  that  world  we  go, 

Free  from  all  pain  and  woe, 

We  '11  join  the  happy  throng,  and  sing  on,  &c. 

41      6.  6.  11.     Anon. 
Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  David. 
OSANNA!  to  Jesus, 


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'm  fill'd  with  his  praises  ; 
Come,  O  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me  to  sing ' 

No  theme  is  so  charming, 

No  love  is  so  warming, 
It  gives  joy  and  gladness  and  comfort  within. 

Hosanna !  is  ringing — 

O  how  I  love  singing! 
There  's  nothing  so  sweet  as  the  sound  of  his  name 

The  angels  in  glory, 

Repeat  the  glad  story 
Of  Jesus's  love  which  is  made  known  to  man. 

Hosanna !  to  Jesus, 

Who  died  to  redeem  us  ; 
I  '11  serve  him,  and  praise  him  wherever  I  go ; — 

He  's  now  gone  to  heaven — 

The  Spirit  is  given, 
To  quicken  and  comfort  his  people  below. 

Hosanna!  forever; 
His  grace,  like  a  river. 


PRAISE.  48 

Is  rising  and  spreading  all  over  the  land  ; 

His  love,  that 's  unbounded, 

To  us  is  extended, 
And  we  '11  join  to  praise  him  in  one  social  band. 

5  Hosanna!  is  ringing, 

For  Christians  are  singing 
The  praises  of  Jesus,  and  tasting  his  love  ; 

The  sound  's  gone  to  heaven, 

The  echo  is  given, 
It  rolls  through  my  soul  from  the  mansions  above. 

6  Hosanna !  to  Jesus, 

My  soul  feels  him  precious, 
I'm  marching  to  glory,  with  bright,  royal  bands: 

Come,  O  my  dear  brethren, 

Let 's  all  go  to  heaven, 
For  Jesus  invites  us,  with  crowns  in  his  hands. 

1  Hosanna !  to  Jesus, 

My  sou]  sweetly  rises — 
I'll  soon  be  transported  to  yon  happy  clime, 

Where  I  shall  see  Jesus, 

And  dwell  in  his  praises, 
And  with  him  in  glory  eternally  shine. 

42.     8.  8.  8.  6. 
Salvation  realized  in  experience. 

SALVATION  !  O  mysterious  plan! 
Nor  saints,  nor  angels,  ever  can 
Unfold  the  love  of  God  to  man, 
The  boundless  love  of  Jesus ! 
On  Calvary's  scenes  I  wondering  gaze  ; 
And  raise  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise ; 
But  O  how  faint  are  mortal  lays 
To  sp«ak  the  love  of  Jesus ! 

2  The  deeds  that  wondrous  grace  performs, 
Can  ne'er  be  told  by  mortal  worms  ; 
Assist  my  song,  ye  heavenly  forms, 

To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus : 
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43 


Let  heaven  and  earth  the  tidings  spread, 
The  Saviour  died  and  left  the  dead  ; 
For  sinful  man  he  groan'd  and  bled, 
And  from  destruction  frees  us. 

3  How  welcome  is  this  blissful  sound, 
To  guilty  souls  in  fetters  bound ! 
'Twas  in  this  state  myself  I  found, 

And  fear'd  Jehovah's  ire ; 
Beneath  the  sword  of  justice  slain, 
And  sinking  down  to  endless  pain, 
Convinced  1  must  be  born  again, 

Or  burn  in  quenchless  fire. 

4  Trembling  I  fell  beneath  his  eye, 
And  rais'd  to  heaven  the  ardent  cry 
'O  Jesus  save — I  sink — I  die — 

'O  hasten  to  deliver!' 
Sweet  beams  of  mercy,  love,  and  grace 
O'erspread  his  charming,  smiling  face ; 
My  soul  receiv'd  the  kind  embrace, 
-     That  seals  me  his  for  ever. 

43.     8.  8.  6.     Anon. 
Ye  must  be  born  again.     John  iii.  7. 

AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 
And  knew  not  where  to  go : 
O'erwhelm'd  in  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  bom  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

«,  ,wjiaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near: 
I  strove,  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
'  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 
I  no  relief  could  find  ; 


PRAISE.  41 

This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain 
1  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 
O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  beavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  loud  ; 
Alas!  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
'The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God  ! 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquer 'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Yet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
4  The  sinner  must  be  born  again,' 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way. 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  '  is  born  again,' 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  ;oyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise  ,- 
All  haii !  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Unnumber'd  millions  '  born  again,' 

Shall  shout  thine  endless  praise. 

44.     10.  8. 
Praise  for  free  Grace. 

"£~^  RACE ! — 'tis  a  sacred  plant  of  heavenly  birth. 

\X  "  The  seed  descending  from  above, 
"  Roots  in  a  soil  refln'd — grows  high  on  earth, 
"And  blooms  in  life,  and  joy,  and  love." 

Awake !  my  soul,  this  grace  thou  mayest  obtain, 

Now  is  the  time  to  urge  thy  plea  ; 
Almighty  grace,  extend  thy  peaceful  reign, 

And  draw  my  wandering  soul  to  thee. 


45  TRIUMPHS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

3  Long  time  in  gloomy  darkness  I  have  lain, 

Beneath  the  clouds  of  death  and  sin, 
And  sporting  on  the  verge  of  endless  pain, 
But  grace  prevents  my  falling  in. 

4  To  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  heavenly  King, 

To  thee  my  soul,  my  all  1  owe  ; 
Almighty  arm  !  to  me  salvation  bring, 
Or  I  shall  sink  to  endless  woe. 

5  As  thus  I  lay  upon  the  brink  of  hell, 

And  sought  of  God  to  find  relief; 
The  Saviour  smil'd — what  tongue  my  joy  can  tell 
Or  tell  the  sweets  of  melting  grief! 

6  All  glory  be  to  Christ  my  Sovereign  King, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join  their  lays — 

To  thee,  eternal  God,  our  strains  we  bring, 

Accept  and  wear  the  crown  of  praise. 

7  Where  are  the  saints  who  've  left  the  church  belov 

Who  once  were  toiling  here  like  me  ? 
They  're  gone  from  all  the  scenes  of  sin  and  woe,- 
My  soul,  they  wait  above  for  thee. 

8  Then  let  me  move  with  heavenly  courage  on. 

And  force  my  passage  to  the  skies ; 
With  them  to  wear  a  never-fading  crown, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  in  paradise. 


TRIUMPHS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

45.     ll's.     Altered. 

God  the  Fountain  of  Love. 

THE  Gospel  brings  tidings  of  peace  from  above 
Of  peace  and  good  will  from  the  Fountain  of  \o\> 
This  fountain  is  flowing  to  Adam's  lost  race, 
Tis  infinite  goodness — 'tis  rich  and  free  grace. 


TRIUMPHS   OF   THE   GOSPEL.  46 

Z  How  cheering  the  prospect !  how  pleasant  the  road  ! 
When  led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel  of  God  ; 
Though  shallow  at  first,  yet  we  find  it  at  last, 
A  river  so  boundless  it  cannot  be  past. 

3  Come,  heart-broken  sinner,  this  fountain  is  free, 
'Twas  open'd  by  Jesus,  and  open'd  for  thee  ; 
The  Spirit  invites  you  to  come  and  partake, 
The  bride  too  entreats  you  for  Jesus'  sake. 

4  If  thou  art  a  sinner,  the  vilest  of  all, 

'Twas  such,  not  the  righteous,  the  Lord  came  to  call ; 

O,  why  will  you  linger? — Believe  and  obey, 

The  Judgment  don't  slumber,  nor  vengeance  delay. 

46.     7.6.    Altered. 
The  triumphs  of  the  Gospel. 

THE  glorious  light  of  Zion 
Is  spreading  iar  and  wide, 
And  sinners,  now,  are  coming 

Unto  the  gospel  tide  ; 
The  standard  of  King  Jesus 

Triumphant  doth  arise  ; 
And  sinners  crowd  around  it, 
With  bitter  groans  and  cries. 

2  The  sufferings  of  our  Saviour, 

Upon  mount  Calvary, 
Is  sounded  out  to  sinners, 

And  sets  the  prisoners  free  ; 
And  whilst  this  glorious  message 

Was  circulating  round, 
Some  souls,  expos'd  to  ruin, 

Redeeming  love  have  found. 

3  And  of  this  happy  number, 

I  hope  that  1  am  one ; 
And  Jesus  sure  will  finish 

The  work  he  has  begun  ; 
He  '11  cut  it  short  in  righte 

And  I'll  for  ever  be, 
A  monument  of  mercy, 

To  all  eternity. 


47  TRIUMPHS   OF   THE  GOSPEL. 

4  I  am  but  a  young  convert, 

Who  lately  did  enlist, 
A  soldier  under  Jesus, 

My  Prophet,  King,  and  Priesf 
I  have  received  my  bounty, 

Likewise  my  martial  dress, 
A  ring  of  love  and  favour, 

A  robe  of  righteousness. 

5  Down,  down  into  the  water, 

Where  we  young  converts  go, 
Foll'wing  our  Lord  and  Master, 

In  righteousness  below ; 
We  lay  our  sinful  bodies 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave, 
An  emblem  of  our  Saviour, 

When  he  lay  in  the  grave. 

6  Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus 

Has  done  for  you  and  me  ; 
Behold,  his  mangled  body 

Hung  tortur'd  on  the  tree ! 
His  head,  his  hands,  his  bleeding  side, 

To  you  he  doth  display  ; 
O,  tell  me,  brother  sinner, 

How  can  you  stay  away  ? 

7  Come,  all  ye  elder  brethren, 

Old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Who,  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

Have  counted  all  things  loss, — 
Come,  pray  for  us  young  converts, 

That  we  may  travel  on, 
And  meet  you  all  in  glory, 

Where  our  Redeemer  s  gone. 


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47.     8.  7.  4.    Kippmi's  Selection. 

Longing  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel. 

ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 


TRIUMPHS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ; 
Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn  ! 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant,  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night  ; 
And  redemption, 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  glorious  gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 

Multiply  and  still  increase ; 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

48.     8.  8.  8.  7. 

The  spread  and  conquests  of  the  Gospel 

f  |1HE  Gospel-day  breaks  o'er  the  world. 
JL    The  banner  of  the  Lord  's  unfurl'd, 
And  sin  and  idol-gods  are  hurl'd 

To  death  and  endless  ruin  ; 
The  brilliant  Star  ascends  the  east, 
And  darts  his  rays  e'en  to  the  west, 
The  intervening  world  is  blest, 

And  souls  for  life  are  suing. 

2  Behold,  on  India's  barren  soil, 
The  Author  of  salvation  smile  ! 
The  caste  is  broke — the  funeral  pile 

Is  sinking  to  oblivion : 
The  idol  Juggernaut  no  more 
Is  drench'd  with  streams  of  human  gore; 
His  rescu'd  worshippers  adore 

And  praise  the  God  of  heaven. 

3  In  Otaheite  the  gospel  sounds, 
And  every  idol-god  confounds, 

And  kings  forsake  their  thrones  and  crowns 
To  hear  of  sins  forgiven. 


9  TRIUMPHS   OF   THE  GOSPEL. 

On  Biirmah's  sterile,  joyless  plains, 
Where  sin  abounds,  and  Satan  reigns, 
The  gospel  peace  and  joy  proclaims, 
And  points  the  way  to  heaven. 

4  Almighty  Lord !  thy  sceptre  sway, 
And  make  the  sinful  world  obey, 
And  spread  abroad  the  joyful  day 

Which  from  delusion  frees  us ; — 
When  earth  shall  own  thy  sovereign  claim, 
And  join  with  heaven  in  loud  acclaim, 
To  spread  the  everlasting  fame 
•Of  our  exalted  Jesus. 

49.     8.  8.  6.     Anon. 
The  garden  of  the  Lord,  refresh 'd  by  his  presence- 

THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes. 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes  ; 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive : 
Refreshing  streams  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  How  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground. 
In- springs  of  Avater  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
And  Jesus  conquer  all  his  foes, 

And  make  his  people  one ! 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on ; 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  soul  a  witness  is : 
I  taste  and  see,  that  grace  is  free, 
And  all  mankind,  who  thither  flee, 

May  rest  on  Christ  and  live. 

4  Behold  the  crystal  fountain  run  ! 
It  issues  from  the  glorious  throne : 

The  throne  of  God  on  high  : 
It  comes  in  floods!  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 


TRIUMPHS   OF   THE   GOSPEL.  50 

5  But,  -when  to  that  blest  world  we  rise, 
And  meet  our  Saviour  in  the  skies, 

We  '11  drink  a  full  supply  ; 
Jesus  shall  lead  his  armies  forth, 
To  living  streams  of  richer  worth, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

6  There  we  shall  shine,  and  sweetly  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  mansions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
We  soon  shall  meet  together  there. 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

7  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I  'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

Where  sin  and  pain  are  o'er  ; 
Now  here  's  my  heart,  and  here  's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

50.     ll's.     Darby. 
The  power  and  peaceful  effects  of  the  Gospel. 

FROM  realms  where   the  day  its  first  dawning 
extends, 
The  Sun  of  the  gospel  in  glory  ascends  : 
Ye  forests,  attend,  while  your  children  combine 
In  accents  unusual,  in  transports  divine. 

2  Involv'd  in  uncertainty,  darkness,  and  death, 
The  clouds  of  destruction  hung  over  our  path; 
Till  yon  rising  Splendour  illumin'd  our  way, 
And  pointed  our  steps  to  the  regions  of  day. 

3  A  council  on  high  lias  been  had  to  inquire, 

For  help  for  mankind,  and  peace  kindled  the  fire  : 
Provision  was  made  for  the  nations  distress'd, 
And  with  the  rich  treasure  all  lands  shall  be  blest 

4  The  chain  of  salvation  let  down  from  above, 
Cemented  by  justice,  and  brighten'd  by  love ; 
The  safety  of  hope,  and  the  channel  of  grace, 
Joins  heaven  and  earth  in  its  mighty  embrace. 


51  TRIUMPHS   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

5  On  high  see  our  Jesus,  the  penitent's  friend, 
With  banners  of  mercy  compassionate  bend, 
Entreating  the  wretched,  rebellious,  and  vile, 
From  ruin  to  flee,  and  repose  in  his  smile. 

6  The  Prince  of  salvation  is  coming — prepare 
A  way  in  the  desert,  his  blessings  to  share  : 

He  comes  to  release  us  from  sins,  and  from  woes, 
And  make  the  dark  wilderness  bloom  like  the  rose. 

7  His  reign  shall  extend  from  the  east  to  the  west — 
Compose  all  the  tumults  of  nature  to  rest  ; 

The  day-spring  of  glory  illumine  the  skies, 
And  ages  on  ages  of  happiness  rise. 

51.     8's.     Darnel's  Selection. 
The  voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard  in  our  land. 

HARK!  don't  you  hear  the  turtle  dove? 
The  token  of  redeeming  love  ; 
From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound, 
The  neighbouring  valleys  echo  round  ; — 
On  Zion's  mount,  the  watchmen  cry, 
'  The  resurrection  \s  drawing  nigh,' 
Behold !  the  nations  from  abroad 
Are  flocking  to  the  mount  of  God  ! 

2  The  trumpet  sounds  both  far  and  nigh, 
'  O  sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 

' How  can  you  slight  the  gospel's  charms? 
'  Enlist  with  Christ — gird  on  your  arms! 
'  These  are  the  days  that  were  foretold, 
'  In  ancient  times,  by  prophets  old — 
'  They  long'd  to  see  this  glorious  light, 
'But  ail  have  died  without  the  sight. 

3  '  The  latter  day  is  verging  on, 

'  And  fugitives  are  flocking  home : 

'  Behold  them  crowd  the  gospel  road, 

1  All  pressing  to  the  mount  of  God ! 

'  O  yes,  and  I  will  join  that  band ; 

4  Now  here  's  my  heart,  and  here 's  my  hand — 

'  With  Satan's  band  no  more  to  be, 

'  But  fight  for  Christ  and  liberty.' 


triumphs  of  the  GoerEL.  52,53 

4  His  banner  soon  will  be  unfurl'd, 

And  he  shall  come  to  judge  the  world, — 
On  Zion's  mount  we  then  shall  stand, 
Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land : — 
The  sun  and  moon  shall  darken'd  be, 
And  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea! 
And  world  on  world  together  blaze, — 
We  '11  shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise 

52.  8's.     Altered. 
The  Mystery  of  Salvation. 

O'TIS  a  glorious  mystery, — 'tis  a  wonder. 
That  I  should  ever  saved  be ! — 'tis  a  wonder, 
No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  can  tell, — 'tis 
The  love  of  God  unspeakable, — 'tis  a  &c. 

2  Great  mystery,  that  God  should  place, 
His  love  on  any  of  Adam's  race  ! 
That  I  should  also  share  a  part. 

And  find  a  mansion  in  his  heart! 

3  Great  mystery,  I  can't  tell  why 

That  Christ  for  sinful  worms  should  die, 
Should  leave  the  boundless  realms  of  bliss, 
And  die  for  sinners  on  the  cross ! 

4  O  why  was  I  not  left  behind, 
Among  the  thousands  of  mankind, 
Who  run  the  dangerous,  sinful  race, 
And  die  and  never  taste  his  grace  ? 

5  'Twas  love  that  spread  the  gracious  feast, 
'Twas  love  that  made  my  soul  a  guest, 
Twas  love  that  brought  him  from  above, 
'Twas  love — O  matchless,  boundless  love ! 

6  Not  all  the  heavenly  hosts  can  scan, 
The  glories  of  this  noble  plan  ; 

O,  'tis  a  glorious  mystery ! 
And  will  be  to  eternity. 

53.  P.M.    Heher. 

The  Call  of  the  Heathen  to  Christians. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand. 


54  TRIUMPHS   OF  THE  GOSPEL* 

Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle — 
Though  every  prospect  pleases 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? — 
In  vain,  with  lavish  kindness, 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high  ; 
Shall  we,  to  man  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation !— O  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft — waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye,  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 

54.    7's.    Anon. 
The  Gospel  Jubilee, 

HAIL!  the  gospel  Jubilee — 
Jesus  comes  to  set  us  free ; 
Jesus  shed  for  us  his  blood, 
Jesus  brings  us  back  to  God, 
Jesus  did  for  sin  atone — 
Glory  be  to  God  alone ! 


TRIUMPHS  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  54 

Free  salvation  be  our  boost, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost. 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize — 
Let  our  praises  reach  the  skies. 
Firm  united  let  us  be, 
In  the  bonds  of  charity ; 
As  a  band  of  brothersjoin'd. 
Loving  God,  and  ail  mankind. 

t  Rise .'  ve  heralds  of  the  Lord, 
Take  the  breast-plate,  shield,  and  sword, 
fkm  against  hell's  host*  proclaim 
War  in  Christ's  all-conquering  name — 
Rise  !  assert  your  liberty. 
March  to  glorious  vie 

Learn  on  Jesus  to  depend, 

He  '11  the  cause  of  truth  defend — 

Ever  place  on  him  your  trust, 

lie  's  almighty,  wise,  and  just. 

Firm,  united,  let  us  stand. 

Firm,  an  undivided  band. 

Brethren  dear,  in  Jesus  join'd, 

Fill'd  with  all  his  constant  mind. 

3  Sound  the  gospel  trumpet,  sound 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
Let  the  name  of  Christ  our  God 
Spread  through  all  the  world  abroad  ; 
Sinners,  come.  "  behold  the  flame, 
Rising  from  the  slaughter  d  Lamb ;" 

By  the  rich,  atoning  blood, 
Be  ye  reconcil'd  to  G  J  : 
Now 's  the  time — no  more  delay — 
Bow  to  Christ  the  Lord  to-dav- 
Hail!  the  gospel  Jubilee, 
Jesus  comes  to  set  us  free  ; 
When  he  comes  no  more  to  bleed, 
We  shall  then  be  free  indeed. 

4  Now  the  Sovereign  of  the  sky, 
Comes,  the  troops  of  hell  must  fly ,; — 
Captain  of  salvation,  thou 

Lead  us  on  to  conquest  now ; 


55,  56  INVITATIONS. 

Shield  us  by  thy  mighty  power. 
Till  the  last  decisive  hour 

Brings  us,  with  the  throng  above, 

To  adore  redeeming  love ; 

Evermore  to  shout  and  sing, 

Glory  to  our  conquering  King ! 

Firm,  united,  let  us  move, 

In  the  bonds  of  Christian  love, 

And  the  band  of  brothers  join'd, 

Shall  eternal  glory  find. 

55.     ll's. 

The  Missionary's  Delight. . 

OHOW  I  am  pleas'd  through  the  desert  to  rove, 
And  point  the  wild-man  of  the  forest  above ! 
To  be  but  the  index  to  point  out  the  road, 
Through  Christ  the  Redeemer,  to  one  living  God. 

2  That  God  lov'd  the  world,  which  by  sin  is  undone, 
So  lov'd  it  he  gave  up  to  death  his  dear  Son : — 
And  hear  him,  inquiring,  say — "read  that  again, 
Did  Christ,  the  Redeemer,  die  for  the  wild-man  ?" 

3  He  died  for  the  Indian,  the  Greenlander  too ; 

He  bled  for  the  Burman, — poor  negroes,  for  you  ! — 
O,  how  I  delight  through  the  desert  to  rove, 
And  point  the  wild-man  of  the  forest  above ! 

4  O,  blessed  Redeemer,  look  down  from  thy  throne, 
And  bid  the  poor  wild-man  no  longer  to  roam ; 
Let  rays  of  thy  mercy  descend  from  above, 

And  capture  the  w  ild-man,  and  tame  him  to  love. 


INVITATIONS. 

56.    7.6. 
Mourners  Invited. 

COME,  every  mourning  sinner, 
And  go  with  us  above  ; 
Give  up  your  heart  to  Jesus, 
He  '11  fill  it  with  his  love : 


THE   PENITENT.  57 

He  kindly  now  invites  us, 

And  holds  us  out  a  crown. 
And  angels  hover  round  us, 

To  guide  us  safely  home. 

2  Farewell  to  old  companions, 

We're  bound  to  worlds  unknown  ; 
On  all  your  sinful  pleasures, 

With  pity  we  look  down ; 
Fain  would  we  take  you  with  us, 

But  if  you  will  not  go, 
We  're  bound  to  follow  Jesus, 

And  bid  you  all  adieu. 

3  Could  we  but  hope  to  meet  you 

When  we  arrive  at  home, 
Twould  heighten  our  enjoyment 

Whilst  we  are  traveling  on : — 
O  come,  poor  careless  sinner, 

And  view  the  Lamb  of  God 
Beneath  your  load  of  sorrow, 

And  sweating  drops  of  blood  ! 

4  No  longer  dare  to  linger, 

But  look  to  Calvary, 
And  see  the  lovely  Saviour 

Expiring  on  the  tree  ; 
Be  melted  into  sorrow, 

To  penitential  grief — 
Fly  to  the  dear  Redeemer, 

And  there  obtain  relief. 


THE  PENITENT. 

57.     11.  12. 

The  broken  heart  encouraged. 

HOW  sad  is  my  state !  says  the  heart-broken  sinner 
Not  one  ray  of  comfort  arises  for  me ! 
And  is  there  no  refuge  to  shield  me  from  danger  ? 
No  covert  to  which  the  distressed  may  flee? 


57  THE   PENITENT. 

Alas !  I  'm  a  wreteh,  on  the  brink  of  destruction, 
Whose  heart,  all  polluted  by  Satan's  seduction, 
Has  urg'd  me  astray  from  the  Saviour's  instruction, 
Whose  love  is  unbounded,  whose  mercy  is  free. 

2  Mount  Sinai  in  thunder  discharges  its  fire, 

And  justice  pursues  me,  how  awful  its  claim! 
The  thundering  trumpet  proclaims  it  still  higher, 

'  The  soul  that  has  sinned  shall  surely  be  slain :' 
I  sink,  O  thou  Saviour,  I  sink  in  deep  water! 
O  reach  forth  thy  hand,  as  thou  didst  unto  Peter; 
Thy  grace,  and  thy  mercy,  alone,  can  deliver; 

Thy  love  is  unbounded,  thy  mercy  is  free. 

3  Thou  Saviour  of  sinners!  I  bow  under  suff'ring; 

My  heart,  though  polluted,  I  give  unto  thee; 
Unworthy  and  poor,  1  acknowledge  the  off 'ring ; 

Yet,  O,  kind  Redeemer!  remember  thou  me! 
The  means  of  thy  grace,  I  have  long,  long  neglected 
And  like  the  mad  Legion,  thy  mercy  rejected  ; 
But  Legion  subdu'd,  was  by  Jesus  accepted, — 

His  love  is  unbounded,  his  mercy  is  free. 

4  Though  blind  as  Bartimeus,  like  him  I'll  be  crying 

To  Jesus  for  mercy  on  my  sinking  soul ; 
Though  weak  as  the  impotent  man  who  was  lying 

At  Bethesda,  still  I  will  wait  at  the  pool : 
Like  Mary,  I'll  come  to  the  feet  of  the  Saviour, 
He  cannot,  he  will  not  exclude  me  for  ever, 
For  Saul  and  Manasseh  oblain'd  his  free  favour; 

His  love  is  unbounded,  his  mercy  is  free. 

5  Though  sad  is  my  state,  and  forlorn  my  condition, 

To  thee,  O  my  Saviour,  1  look  for  relief; 
Like  Esther  the  queen,  I  '11  present  my  petition. 

And  hope  for  the  mercy  that  pardon'd  a  thief; 
The  queen,  tho'  she  trembled,  was  kindly  accepted, 
Nor  was  a  poor  penitent  ever  rejected  ; 
Then  why  should  I  languish,  and  (eel  so  dejected  ? 

His  love  is  unbounded,  his  mercy  is  free. 

6  To  see  him  descending,  on  Calvary  bleeding. 

To  view  him  arising  and  claiming  his  throne, 


THE  PENITENT  58 

O'erpowers  my  heart  with  a  mingied.  emotion — 

0  take  it,  my  Saviour,  and  seal  it  fny  own 
While  gazing  and  singing,  I  rise  into  rapture,— 
Sway,  triumphant  Jesus !  the  gospel,  thy  sceptre ; 
The  vilest  of  rebels,  I  know  thou  canst  conquer : 

Thy  love  is  unbounded,  thy  mercy  is  free. 

Thy  pardoning  grace,  how  unbounded  the  blessing ! 

1  feel  it  in  torrents  run  down  from  above  ; 
Let  gratitude  rise  unto  God  without  ceasing, 

Until  we  ascend  to  the  ocean  of  love  ; 
There,  there  we  shall  meet  this  exalted  Redeemer , 
There,  there  all  the  ransom'd,  united  together, 
Shall  swell  the  sweet  chorus  for  ever  and  ever, 

'  His  love  is  unbounded,  his  mercy  is  free !' 

58.     7.  6.     Anon. 
TJie  Penitent's  Plea. 

GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
And  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Simply  would  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  blessing  to  receive  ; 
Full  of  guilt,  alas !  I  am ; 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

■2  On  the  throne  as  newly  slain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye ; 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  ever  nigh : 
Now,  as  yesterdav,  the  same 
Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be. — Friend,  &c. 

3  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 
Nor  can  thy  grace  procure ; 
Empty  send  me  not  awray, 

For  I,  diou  know'st,  am  poor ; 
Nought  have  I  but  sin  and  shame, 
But  this  affords  a  plea  with  thee.— Friend,  &c. 
Q 


99  THE  PENITENT. 

4  Without  money,  without  price. 

To  thee  I  would  draw  nigh ; 
From  myself  would  turn  mine  eyes, — 

The  chief  of  sinners  I ; — 
Take,  O  take  me  as  I  am, 
And  let  me  lose  myself  in  thee. — Friend,  &c 

5  Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  side, 

O  let  me  ne'er  depart ! 
Here  I  would  my  spirit  hide, 

Till  I  am  pure  in  heart, — 
Till  my  place  above  I  claim, 
This,  this  alone  shall  be  my  plea, 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

59.    7.6.    W.  &B. 
The  backslider's  earnest  prayer. 

JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Call  back  a  wandering  sheep ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep ; 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restor'd, 
On  me  be  all  its  fullness  shown ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthron'd  above-, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart, — 
Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown ; — Turn,  &c. 

3  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love. 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  : 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 
And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down;-- Turn,  &c 


PUBLIC   PRAYER  -60 

4  Look,  as  when  thine  eye  pursu'd 

The  first  apostate  man, 
Saw  him  weltering  in  his  blood, 

And  bade  him  rise  again  ; 
Speak  my  paradise  restor'd  ; 
Redeem  me  by  thy  grace  alone  ; — Turn,  &c 

5  Look,  as  when  thy  grace  beheld 

The  harlot  in  distress, 
Dried  her  tears,  her  pardon  seal'd, 

And  bade  her  go  in  peace : 
Foul,  like  her,  and  self-abhorr'd, 
I  at  thy  feet  for  mercy  groan : 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


PUBLIC  PRAYER. 

60.     8.7. 
Prayer  for  the  Holy  Spirit.. 

JESUS,  we  are  met  to  worship, 
And  adore  thee  as  our  God; 
Send  us  down  the  Holy  Spirit, 

To  attend  upon  the  word  : 
All  is  vain  except  the  power 

Of  the  Holy  One  be  felt ; 
Shed  the  pure,  celestial  fire, 
Make  our  frozen  bosoms  melt. 

2  Saviour,  are  there  trembling  mourners, 

Who  begin  their  case  to  feel  ? 
We  can  only  preach  the  gospel, 

Thou  alone  canst  save  from  hell : 
Speak,  and  earth  and  hell  shall  tremble, 

And  the  chains  of  sin  give  way, — 
Proudest  souls  shall  then  be  humble, 

Darkness  kindle  into  day. 

3  Breathe,  Almighty,  conquering  Spirit ! 

Make  this  vale  of  bones  to  live  ; 


61  PUBLIC   PRAYER. 

Heavenly  Wind  !  diffuse  salvation — 

We  to  thee  will  glory  give  : 
North  and  south,  give  up  your  captives, 

Yield  them  up  without  delay  ; 
Saviour,  claim  thy  blood-bought  purchase, 

Claim  and  seal  us  thine  to-day. 

4  Breathe  through  every  soul,  the  spirit 

Of  untiring,  fervent  prayer ; 
Wrestling  Jacobs,  conquering  Israels, 

We  shall  be,  if  thou  art  here  I 
Till  thou  come,  O  God,  and  bless  us, 

Till  our  souls  thy  goodness  know, 
Give  us  humble  iaith  in  Jesus, 

Faith  that  will  not  let  thee  go. 

61.     8.  7.     Dover  Selection. 
At  the  opening  of  Worship. 

BRETHREN,  we  have  met  to  worship* 
And  adore  the  Lord  our  God ; 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 
While  we  try  to  preach  the  word  ? 
All  is  vain,  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  Holy  One  come  down — 
Let  us  pray,  that  holy  manna 
May  be  scatter'd  all  around. 

%  Look !  and  see  poor  sinners  round  you, 

Trembling  on  the  brink  of  woe ; 
Death  is  coming — hell  is  moving — 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
Let  us  tell  them  of  the  Saviour, 

Tell  them  that  he  may  be  found — 
Let  us  pray,  that  holy  manna 

May  be  scatter'd  all  around. 

3  Is  there  here  a  trembling  Jailor, 

Seeking  grace,  and  fill'd  with  fears  t 
Is  there  here  a  weeping  Mary, 
Pouring  forth  a  flood  of  tears  ? 


PUBLIC   PRAYER.  p2 

Let  us  join  our  prayers  to  help  them, 

Let  our  faith  and  love  abound — 
Let  us  pray,  that  holy  manna 

May  be  scatter'd  all  around. 

4  Let  us  love  our  God  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other  too .; 
Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  our  God  their  souls  renew. 
Then  we'll  love  them  still  the  better, 

Take  them  to  our  kind  embrace  ; 
Journey  with  them  on  to  glory, 

There  to  sing  redeeming  grace. 


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62.     6.  G.  6.  6.  8.  8.    Newton. 

The  Beggar's  suit. 

NCOURAG'D  by  thy  word, 
Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 
Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door ; 
No  hand,  no  heart,  d  Lord,  but  thine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  I  have  no  right  to  say, 
That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
When  I  possessed  more ; 

Thou  know'st  that  from  my  very  birth, 
I  've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth 

3  Nor  dare  I  to  profess, 
As  beggars  often  do, 
Though  great  is  my  distress, 
My  faults  have  been  but  few  ; 

If  thou  shouldst  leave  my  soul  to  starve 
It  would  be  what  I  well  deserve. 

4  'T  were  folly  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before, 
And  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I  '11  trouble  thee  no  more  ; 

Thou  often  hast  reliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again 


63  PUBLIC   PRAYER. 

5  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  one  so  vile  as  I, 

No  less  than  children's  food 
My  soul  can  satisfy ; 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 

1  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 

6  Nor  can  I  willing  be 
Thy  bounty  to  conceal 
From  others,  who,  like  me, 
Their  wants  and  hunger  feel ; 

1  '11  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 

7  Thy  ways,  thou  only  Wise, 

Our  ways  and  thoughts  transcend  ; 

Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  this  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  hear, 
But  God  accepts  a  beggar's  prayer. 

63.     P.M.    Relief  Hymns. 
Confession  of  Christ  before  men. 

AND  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone, 
A  mansion  to  prepare  for  me  ? 
Shall  I  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

And  there  for  ever  sit  with  thee  ? 
Then  let  the  world  approve  or  blame, 
I  '11  triumph  in  thy  glorious  name. 

2  Should  I,  to  gain  the  world's  applause, 

Or  to  escape  its  harmless  frown, 
Refuse  to  countenance  thy  cause, 

And  make  thy  people's  lot  my  own, — 
What  shame  would  fill  me  in  that  day, 
When  thou  thy  glory  shalt  display ! 

3  And  what  is  man,  or  what  his  smile  ? 

The  terror  of  his  anger,  what  ? 
Like  grass  he  flourishes  a  while, 

But  soon  his  place  shall  know  him  not ; 
Through  fear  of  such  a  one,  shall  I 
The  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  deny  ? 


OWNING   CHRIST.  64 

4  No ; — let  the  world  cast  out  ray  name, 

And  vile  account  me,  if  they  will ; 
If  to  confess  the  Lord  be  shame, 

I  purpose  to  be  viler  still ; — 
For  thee,  my  God,  I  all  resign, 
Content  if  I  may  call  thee  mine. 

5  What  transport  then  shall  fill  my  heart, 

When  thou  my  worthless  soul  wilt  own  ; 
When  I  shall  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  know  as  I  myself  am  known! 
From  sin,  and  fear,  and  sorrow-  free, 
My  soul  shall  find  its  rest  in  thee. 


OWNING  CHRIST. 

64.     7.6. 
Experience. 

WHEN  first  my  heart  was  wounded, 
Deep  by  the  Spirit's  sword, 
From  all  the  world  I  wander'd, 

To  pray  and  seek  the  Lord ; 
Just  like  the  lep'rous  Hebrew, 

The  Church  and  world  between, 
Unfit  to  be  with  Christians, 
Afraid  to  live  in  sin. 

2  Allur'd  by  vain  amusement, 

This  truth  I  own  with  shame, — 
Until  a  wither'd  blossom 

Transfixt  my  heart  again ; 
Then  I  beheld  my  frailty, 

And  in  it  read  my  doom, — 
The  blooming  scene  around  me, 

Was  curtain'd  into  gloom. 

3  While  many  harden'd  sinners 

Were  soften'd  into  grief, 
Resign'd  themselves  to  Jesus, 

And  thus  obtain'd  relief, 
My  guilty  heart  resisting 

Though  sinking  to  despair, 
Too  proud  to  ask  assistance, 

Refus'd  the  offer'd  prayer. 


65  OWNING   CHRIST. 

4  At  length  when  far  retir'd, — 

Twelve  months  had  roll'd  away, 
'Twas  in  the  vernal  season, 

The  flowery  month  of  May, — 
A  beam  was  shed  from  glory, 

And  hope,  that  cheering  ray, 
Awoke  up  in  my  bosom, 

As  Christ  was  seen  the  way. 

5  My  faith  was  fixt  upon  him, 

My  heart  approv'd  the  way, 
But  it  was  so  mysterious, 

I  scarce  knew  what  to  say ; 
When  I  beheld  him  willing 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me, 
My  yielding  heart  responded, 

I  give  myself  to  thee. 

6  And  now  without  an  effort, 

I  melted  into  grief, 
'Twas  most  delightful  weeping 

Attended  with  relief; 
My  load  of  guilt  was  banish'd, 

The  fea/  of  hell  was  slain, 
But  O !  I  felt  unholy, 

And  so  I  still  remain. 

7  The  church  appear'd  like  Eden, 

Array'd  in  living  green, 
And  Jordan  roll'd  his  current, 

Her  feasts  and  me  between, 
And  I  was  too  unworthy 

With  holy  saints  to  join, 
My  heart  was  so  polluted, 

My  prayers  all  mixt  with  sin. 

8  Thou  ever-blessed  Saviour, 

I  hang  upon  ihy  name, — 
If  thou  hast  shown  me  favour, 

Be  pleas'd  to  make  it  plain  ; 
If  I  am  unconverted, 

My  load  of  guilt  revive, 
And  if  I  am  a  Christian, 

The  bless'd  assurance  give. 


OWNING   CHRIST. 

9  At  length  I  follow'd  Jesus, 

Was  laid  beneath  the  stream, 
And  came  with  songs  to  Zion, 

Rejoicing  in  his  name ; 
And  though  I  've  many  conflicts 

To  meet  upon  the  road, 

1  try  to  do  my  duty, 

And  leave  the  rest  to  God. 

66.    C.  M.    Newton. 
Wounding  and  healing  from  the  Cross. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unaw'd  by  shame  and  fear  ; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopt  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixt  his  dying  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  and  said, 

I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  mayest  live. 

6  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, — 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  his  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

7  With  pleasing  grief,  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  filfd, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 
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66 


91,  68  OWNING    CHRIST 

67.     8,7. 
Hope,  bottomed  upon  Christ. 

ALL  within  was  dark  and  gloomy, 
And  the  future  solemn  dread  ; 
Till  a  ray  was  shed  from  glory, 
Beaming  hope  upon  my  head  : 
Blessed  hope,  and  blessed  Author, 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  to  me  ; 
None  besides  conld  me  deliver, 

None  shall  have  my  heart  but  thee. 

2  Void  of  strength,  and  claims  to  favour, 

Potent  enemies  to  meet, 
I  would  fly  to  thee,  my  Saviour, 

Hide  beneath  thy  sacred  feel  .- 
Spurn  me  not,  although  unworthy 

To  approach  the  King  of  kings, 
Justify  and  make  me  holy, 

And  protect  me  with  thy  wings. 

3  If  it  please  thee  to  inspire 

Faith  in  thee,  my  constant  Friend 
I  can  trust  thee  in  the  fire, 

Hang  upon  thee  to  the  end  ; 
If  thou  hide  thy  face,  I  wither, 

If  withdraw,  I  sink  to  hell : 
"  I  forsake  thee !  no, — I  '11  never,'' 

Thou  hast  said, — and,  all  is  well. 

4  On  that  blood  that  shook  creation, 

Cloth 'd  the  world  in  robes  of  night, 
Heav'd  the  earth  to  its  foundation, 

Made  the  sun  rail  back  his  light ; 
Tore  the  vail  and  rocks  asunder, 

Silenc'd  all  the  heavenly  host, 
Caus'd  the  angel-bands  to  wonder — 

On  that  blood  alone  I  trust. 


W 


68.     8's.     Newton. 
Experience, 
HEN  drawn  by  the  Father,  1  came, 
All  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord  ; 


OWNING   CHRIST.  69 

Surrounded  with  terror,  and  shame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word : — 
At  first  he  look'd  stern,  and  severe  ; 

What  anguish  then  pierc'd  through  my  heart! 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence — thou  cursed,  depart! 

2  But  0,  what  surprise  when  he  spoke ! 

WhiJe  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face, 
My  heart  all  to  pieces  was  broke, 

Overwhelm'd,  and  confounded  by  grace. 
'  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 
.  •  By  thee  I  was  sold,  and  was  slain, — 
'I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 

'And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign:' — 

3  'I'm  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd, 

'And  crucified  often  afresh; 
'But  let  me,  henceforth,  be  esteem'd 

'Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh, 
'  My  pardon  I  freely  bestow  ; 

'Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply; 
'  I  '11  guide  thee,  and  guard  thee  below, 

'And  then  Avill  receive  thee  on  high:' 

4  'Go,  publish  to  sinners  around, — 

•  That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, — 
'The  mercy  that  thou  hast  obtain 'd, 

'  And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room.' 
O,  sinners,  the  message  obey ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend — 
O,  come,  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus,  our  brother,  and  friend 


69.     ll's.     Altered, 
Experience. 

COME,  brethren  and  sisters,  who  're  now  on  the 
way, 
March  on  toward  Zion,  and  make  no  delay ; 
Press  forward  with  courage  to  meet  your  dear  Lord, 
While  I  shall  his  mercy  and  goodness  record  : — 


70  \\  MNG    CHRIST. 

2  Remembering  th  days  of  my  sorrow  and  pain, 
When  I  of  my  hardness  of  heart  did  complain, 
And  thought  of  a! '  sinners  that  I  was  the  chief, 
And  rov'd  in  the  i.<«er&  of  sorrow  and  grief. 

3  Stern  justice  was  irowning  in  vengeance  on  me, 
And  I  to  Mount  Sinai  for  shelter  did  flee, 

But  Sinai  in  thunder  proclairn'd  very  loud, 
'No  shelter  for  rebels  this  Mount  can  afford  !' 

4  I  now  thought  my  day  of  salvation  was  past, 
And  I  into  torment  should  quickly  be  cast; 
But  Jesus,  benignant,  look'd  down  from  above, 
And  smilingly  bid  all  my  guilt  to  remove. 

5  By  faith  I  beheld  him — delightful  the  view! 
And  all  things  around  me  seenfd  joyful  and  new : 
I'm  sure  I  was  happy,  and  thought  I'd  ne'er  sin, 
And  ne'er  should  be  tempted  by  Satan  again. 

6  But  though  of  my  burden  and  sorrow  reliev'd 
The  thought  soon  occurr'd, '  you  're  by  Satan  deceiv'd 
And  now  my  condition  seem'd  worse  than  before — 
I  sought  for  my  burden,  but  found  it  no  more. 

7  But  while  I  was  seeking  my  load  to  regain, 

The  Scripture  convine'd  me  my  seeking  was  vain, 
The  Saviour  had  nail'd  it  so  fast  to  the  tree, 
I  ne'er  could  obtain  it,  and  hence  I  am  free ! 

8  All  glory  to  Jesus .  I  now  can  proclaim, 

Let  heaven  and  earth  join  in  praising  his  name ; 
Let  all  the  creation  unite  in  the  song, 
And  eternal  ages  the  theme  still  prolong ! 

70.     ll's. 

Salvation  flowing  from  the  Cross. 

THE  fountain  of  mercy  rolls  down  from  the  sk; 
And  angels  proclaim  the  ineffable  joy ; 
But  when  the  Redeemer  on  Calvary  died, 
The  streams  of  salvation  pour'd  forth  from  his  side. 


OWNING   CHRIST.  71 

Z  Methinks  as  he  languish'd  and  died  on  the  tree, 
His  eye  roU'd  in  pity,  and  fix'd  upon  me ; 
The  look  overwhelm'd  me,  and  conquer'd  my  heart, 
And  bound  me  unto  him — O !  never  to  part. 

3  The  tears  of  contrition  in  torrents  did  flow ; 
Will  this  bleeding  Jesus  such  favour  bestow? 
Unworthy  such  kindness,  O  Lord,  to  receive  ; — 
'  Arise,'  said  the  Saviour, '  I  freely  forgive.' 

4  By  love  I  am  conquer'd,  in  tears  I  rejoice, 
O,  may  I  but  praise  him  in  action  and  voice : 
And  if  up  to  heaven  I  'm  finally  borne, 
The  praise  of  salvation  be  to  Him  alone. 


Y 


71.     L.  M.     Altered. 

Experience. 

E  brethren,  who  profess  the  Lord, 
I  pray  draw  near  and  hear  a  word 
Lift  up  your  eyes,  behold,  and  see, 
What  a  good  God  has  done  for  me ! 

2  O'erwhclm'd  with  guilt,  in  deep  distress, 
Idaynornight  could  take  no  rest; 

But  when  in  sad  extremity, 

The  Lord  reveal'd  his  love  to  me. 

3  When  I  by  faith  was  brought  to  see 
My  Jesus  bleeding  on  the  tree, 

My  soul  with  joy  and  sorrow  flow'd, 
That  he  should  bear  my  guilty  load. 

4  My  heart,  that  was  so  dreadful  hard, 
Was  melted  down  in  love  to  God ! 
My  soul  w'as  humbled  to  the  ground, 
When  I  the  blessed  Jesus  found. 

6  Then  on  my  bended  knees  did  fall — 
O,  Jesus !  he  was  all  in  all — 
Yea,  where  to  go  1  did  not  know, 
For  T  did  love  my  Jesus  so. 


"t%  73  OWNING    C11IU.ST. 

6  And  now,  my  friends,  who  love  the  Lord, 
I  pray  live  nearer  lo  his  word  ; 
And  don't  you  hurt  that  wounded  side 
Of  my  dear  Jesus  crucified ! 

72.     L.  M.     Altered. 
Experience. 

ONCE  in  the  time  of  pressing  need 
I  thought  I  saw  the  Saviour  bleed, 
And  heard  his  kind  forgiving  voice, 
'  Arise,  my  love,  in  me  rejoice.' 

2  Now  to  my  mind  did  one  appear 
Wounded  with  whip,  and  nail  and  spear, 
Bearing  my  sins,  a  mighty  load, 

To  make  me  child  and  heir  of  God. 

3  On  wings  of  faith  and  love  I  rose, 
Transported  with  those  heavenly  views, 
I  count  all  earthly  things  but  loss, 

And  glory  in  my  Saviour's  cross. 

4  My  youthful  friends,  a  long  adieu, 
Unless  you  '11  love  my  Jesus  too  ; 
And  if  by  men  I  am  despised, 

I  '11  yield  to  him  and  be  baptised. 

73.    P.M. 

Experience. 

WOUNDED  by  the  Spirit's  sword, 
I,  like  the  bleeding  deer, 
Fled  from  all  the  playful  herd, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  gloomy  fear  ; 
Lonely  vales  were  my  retreat, 

My  bosom  heav'd  the  anxious  prayer, 
There  I  sought  the  merey-seat, 
And  pour'd  my  sorrows  there. 
2  Ovvn'd  by  neither  church  nor  world, 
And  leper-like  remov'd, 
If  I  am  to  ruin  hurl'd, 
'Tis  what  I  well  deserve ; 


Mercy,  Lord,  on  ma  bestow, 
For  mercy  is  my  only  plea, 

O  bestow  that  mercy  now, 
And  take  my  guilt  away. 

3  Far  beneath  a  shady  grove, 

All  prostrate  as  I  lay, 
Melted  by  the  Father's  love, 

My  load  t.f  guilt  gave  way, 
Mingling  joy  and  sorrow  flow'd, 

As  Christ  the  Saviour  past  between, 
God  is  good,  I  feel  him  good, 

But  O,  how  vile  I  've  been ! 

4  There  amidst  the  doubtful  strife, 

And  humbled  to  the  dust, 
Christ  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life, 

Became  my  only  trust ; 
All  my  hopes  on  him  were  hung, 

But  O  the  mystery !  wliy  and  how  ? 
Checks  the  bold,  th' aspiring  song, 

And  lays  the  inquirer  low. 

5  Zion  permanent  and  strong, 

In  bold  relief  was  seen, 
Jordan  roll'd  his  stream  along, 

Her  feasts  and  me  between ; 
Were  I  worthy  to  be  there, 

And  holy  like  the  flock  of  God, 
Here  I  would  dismiss  my  fear, 

And  make  it  mine  abode. 


BAPTISM. 

74.     8.7.    Altered. 

Baptism  a  solemn  ordinance.     Rom.  vi.  4.    Col.  it.  18. 

JESUS,  Master,  pray  discover 
Pleasure  in  us,  while  we  stand 
On  the  margin  of  this  water, 
To  fulfil  thy  great  command. 


75  BA.TISM. 

Here  ihe  world,  the  flesh,  and  devil, 
We  would  solemnly  renounce. — 

Help  us,  l,i)i(l.  to  cease  from  evil, 
And  a  life  to  thee  announce. 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave, 
We  who  know  thy  great  salvation, 

Are  immers'd  beneath  the  wa\  e  ; 
Fearless  of  the  world's  despising 

We  the  ancient  mode  pursue — 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  anil  rising 

To  a  life  divinely  new. 

3  On  our  way  we  go  rejoicing, 

Conscious  of  our  pleasing  God  \ 
Foll'wing  Jesus,  ever  walking 

In  the  path  the  Saviour  trod  : 
Be  this  stream  a  test  and  token 

Of  our  solemn  vows  to  God ; 
May  these  vows  be  never  broken, 

May  we  ne'er  forsake  thee,  Lord. 

75.     L.  M. 
Teach  the  nations  and  baptise.     Matt,  xxviii.  19. 

Kacfs  showing  how  this  command  was  observed. 

WHEN  Christ  the  Lord,  had  left  the  dead 
Ere  he  ascended  to  the  skies — 
He  unto  his  apostles  said, 
'  Go,  teach  the  nations,  and  baptise.' 

2  This  great  command  they  understood, 

And  loud  proclaim'd  the  way  to  heaven. 
Through  faith  in  his  atoning  blood, 
Ere  the  baptismal  rite  was  given. 

3  '  Repent,  and  be  baptis'd,'  said  he, — 

Thus  Peter  spake  to  great  and  small — 
'The  promise  is  both  large  and  free. 

To  all  the  Lord  our  God  shall  call.' 
1  With  joy  they  thWn  roeeiv'd  the  word, 

And  were  baptis'tl  without  delriy  ; 
Three  thousand  souls  to  Christ  the  Lord 

Were  wedded  on  that  blissful 


BAPTISM.  70 

5  Samaria  next  the  truth  receiv'd — 
No  other  plan  was  then  devis'd — 
When  Philip's  preaching  they  believ'd, 
Both  men  and  women  were  baptis'd. 
C  The  Eunuch  taught — in  Christ  believ'd — 
'  Jesus  is  God's  eternal  Son  !' 
Beneath  the  stream  this  rite  receiv'd, 
And  onward  went  rejoicing  home. 

7  The  master  of  the  Roman  band, 

With  all  his  house  in  Christ  believe, 
Yielding  to  his  supreme  command, 
He  and  his  house  this  rite  receive. 

8  Taught  by  the  gospel's  cheering  light, 

The  jailor  and  his  house  believ'd, 
And  were  baptis'd  that  very  night, 
In  which  they  had  the  truth  receiv'd. 

9  Lydia  receives  the  kind  embrace; 

Her  household  feel  the  cheering  beam : 
Welcome  the  message  of  his  grace, 
And  bow  beneath  the  flowing  stream. 

10  Where  is  the  text  I — Where  found  when  sought  ? 

Where  's  the  command  that  God  has  given, 
To  baptise  those  who  ne'er  were  taught, 
By  laith  in  Christ,  the  way  to  heaven? 

11  Buried  beneath  the  yielding  stream, 

We  thus  declare  onr  death  to  sin  ; 
Rising  from  thence,  we  loud  proclaim, 
Jesus  arose  and  lives  again. 

76.     1 1  's.     Altered. 
Take  up  the  cross,  and  follow  me.    Mark  x.  21. 

COME,  soldiers  for  Jesus,  attend  to  this  way, 
Arise,  be  baptis'd,  and  no  longer  delay  ; 
Though  flesh  should  be  backward,  and  dn : 
Be  bold  and  determiu'd  to  follow  your  Lord  : 
The  way  he  conducis  you  wdl  prove  to  be 
He'll  crown  you  with  conquest  and  bring  you  I 
2  When  from  his  disciples  about  to  remove, 
A  lasting  commission  he  gave  them  in  love : 


77  CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

■  Go  teacn  all  the  nations  my  grace  to  receive, 
Baptising  them  all  who  profess  to  believe, 
•Observe  my  commandments,  and  come  after  me, 
'And  I  will  protect  and  be  with  you  alway.' 

3  Apostles  attended  to  what  he  had  done  ; 

They  preaeh'd  and  baptis'd  in  the  way  he  had  shown ; 
They  publish'd  the  gospel,  and  when  'twas  receiv'd, 
They  buried  in  baptism  them  that  believ'd: — 
O  Christians,  your  Saviour's  dene  great  things  for 

you, 
Then  take  up  your  crosses  and  follow  him  too. 

4  Array'd  in  bright  glory  he  '11  shortly  appear, 

T'  receive  all  his  children  who  love  him  sincere  ; 
Then  let  us  be  marching  to  meet  him,  my  friends, 
Behold  into  Jordan  the  Saviour  descends ! 
And  as  he  came  out  of  the  watery  tomb, 
The  Father  approv'd  of  what  Jesus  had  done. 

5  If  friends  should  oppose  you  and  try  to  retard, 
Be  steadfastly  looking  to  Jesus  your  Lord ; 

If  troubles,  and  trials,  and  crosses  you  bear, 
Be  earnest,  and  fervent,  and  constant  in  prayer, 
And  when  you  this  world  of  all  sorrow  shall  leave, 
Your  Jesus,  you  follow,  your  souls  will  receive. 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

77.     8.7.     Relief  Hymns. 
Forsaking  all  to  follow  Christ. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee, 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be  ,• 
Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  looks  and  hearts  deceive  me, 
But  mv  Saviour  will  be  true. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  78 

2  I  have  call'd  thee,  Abba,  Father, 

Thou  hast  fixt  my  heart  on  thee  ,- 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me : 
Man  may  trouble  and  distress  rne, — 

'Twill  but  drive  me  lo  thy  breast . : 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, — 

Heaven  will  bring  rac  sweeter  rest. 

3  Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee, 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine, 
Think  how  Jesus  died  to  win  thee ; — 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

4  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  with  faith,  and  wing'd  with  prayer, 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim-days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

78.     Anon. 
The  C- 

COME,  all  ye  who  ever  have  rneity  pbtainTdi 
The  hope  of  salvation  and  p_£pdoH  itgahi'd. 
Come,  join  in  an  anthem,  let  praises  resound, 
And  tell  all  around  us  what  treasures  we  've  found. 

2  When  sin,  like  a  mountain  tremendously  great, 
My  soul  fill'd  with  horror  to  view  her  sad  state. 
On  the  brink  of  destruction  bewailing  my  case, 
No  hope  of  obtaining  the  favour  of  grace. 

3  When  crying  for  mercy  all  prostrate  in  dust, 

(If  damn'd,  I  must  own  that  the  sentence  is  jfist,) 
A  voice  bid  me  hearken,  my  sorrows  to  cease, 
'Thy  sins  are  forgiven,  arise,  go  in  peace.' 


79  CHRISTIAN    IEi.LOWSHH\ 

4  Like  a  captive  deliver'd  irom  bondage  and  pain. 
Who  long  in  a  dungeon  of  darkness  had  lain, 
While  the  mountains  and  valleys  wilh  praises  did  ring, 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  King. 

5  Adieu  to  the  world  and  its  foolish  delights, 
No  longer  your  pleasure  my  passions  invites ; 
I  '11  follow  my  Jesus,  who  freedom  doth  give, 

1  'mnow  bound  to  praise  him  as  long  as  I  live. 

6  When  time  rolls  around,  and  eternity 's  near, 

And  Gabriel's  loud  voice  like  a  trump  we  shall  hear 
Wilh  saints  and  with  angels,  through  grace  I  shall  sing, 
Hosanna  to  Jesus,  and  make  heaven  ring. 

79.     9.  8. 
Mourning  souls  encouraged. 

COME,  all  who  are  traveling  to  Canaan, 
,    Your  voices  together  unite, 
In  praising  (he  Lord,  the  Redeemer, 

Who  fills  us  with  love  and  delight; 
The  theme  is  so  charming,  melodious, 

'Twill  help  us  devoutly  to  move, 
Wiii'e  Jesus's  name,  like  sweet  odours, 
Attract  owers  above. 

2  YV  '    I  I  me  in  nature, 

Pursi>  ■  i  pain; 

Mv  ..  -  goodness, 

e  to  trust  in  his  name : 
How  ■  ■  nts  of  pardon  ! 

did  remove! 
When  first  i  behefd  the  sweet  wonder, 
That  God  such  a  sumer  did  love! 

3  O'erpower'd  with  mingled  emotion, 

'  A  sinner,  O  Lord,'  I  exclaim'd  ; 
'  Was  ever  a  wretch  so  unworthy, 

'  So  utterly  guilty,  reclaim'd?' 
From  gratitude,  tears  in  libation, 

Like  torrents  abundantly  flow'd  ; 
.  'Thy  sins,'  said  the  Lord,  'are  forgiven!'  . 

I  felt  to  relv  on  his  word. 


CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP.  80 

4  And  now  I  am  pressing  1o  Canaan, 

But  Jordan  is  rolling  before  ; 
And  sometimes  I  haltingly  tremble  ; 

Its  billows  how  loudly  they  roar! 
Would  Jesus  divide  the  deep  water, 

And  cause  all  its  raging  to  cease, 
Or  bear  me  up  as  he  did  Peter, 

I'd  walk  through  its  valley  in  peace. 

5  His  rod  and  his  staff  shall  support  me, 

His  pastoral  voice  I  shall  hear  ; 
Then  why  should  bold  Jordan  affright  me  ? 

He  's  promis'd  to  be  with  me  there : 
On  seraphic  wings  he  will  bear  me, 

To  join  happy  spirits  above, 
Where  sorrow,  and  pain,  and  temptation, 

Shall  yield  to  the  ocean  of  love. 

6  Dear  mourners,  continue  to  seek  him, 

Though  long  you  have  lain  at  the  pool ; 
Attend  to  the  "Saviour's  instruction, 

Believe  in  his  name  and  be  whole : 
Poor  sinners,  it  grieves  me  to  leave  you, 

I  once  more  entreat  you  to  go  ; 
O,  hasten  to  Jesus  the  Saviour, 

Who  died  to  redeem  us  from  woe. 

7  O,  look  to  the  blessed  Redeemer, 

And  hope  in  his  mercy  alone  ; 
For  sinners  he  sweat  in  the  garden  ; 

For  sinners  he  lay  in  the  tomb  : 
Behold  him  on  Calvary  bleeding! 

Arise !  he  invites  you  to  come — 
Believe,  and  sing  on  towards  heaven — 

Believe,  and — then  heaven's  your  home. 

80.     8.  8.  8.  8.  7.    Anon. 
Heavenly  Union. 

ATTEND,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 
Who  sav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
To  feel  a  heavenly  union. 


80  CHRISTIAN    FKLLOWSHIP. 

2  He  view'd  me  from  the  courts  on  high. 
And  saw  my  soul  in  ruin  Lie, 

And  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me,  as  he  pass'd  by, 
'  With  God  you  have  no  union.' 

3  Then  I  began  to  mourn  and  cry ; 
To  look  this  way  and  that,  to  fly ; 
It  griev'd  me  so  that  I  must  die ; — 
1  strove  relief  from  guilt  to  buy, 

But  still  1  had  no  union. 

4  At  length  the  Saviour  took  me  in, 

And  in  the  fountain    wash'd  me  clean, 
And  caus'd  me  to  forsake  my  sin ; 
And,  O!  what  seasons  I  have  seen 
With  Christ  and  saints  in  union! 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord,  both  night  and  day ; 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray ; 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

It  fill'd  my  soul  a  word  to  say 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing. 
And  praise  the  Lord  upon  the  wing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  their  King, 

Who  brought  their  souls  to  union. 

7  O  come,  backsliders,  come  away, 
And  mind  to  do  as  well  as  say, 
And  learn  to  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
And  bear  the  cross  from  day  to  day, 

And  then  you  '11  feel  this  union." 

8  We  soon  shall  break  all  nature's  ties, 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  rise, 
And  shout  salvation  through  the  skies, 
And  gain  the  crown,  and  win  the  prize 

And  sing  in  endless  union. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  81 

81.    6.  6.  9.     Wesley's  Coll. 
Christians  rejoicing  in  Fellowship. 

COME  away  to  the  skies, 
My  beloved,  arise, 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  born ; 
On  this  festival  day, 
Come  exulting  away, 
And  with  singing  to  Zion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love 
And  our  treasure  above, 

Though  our  bodies  continue  below ; 

The  redeera'd  of  the  Lord, 

We  remember  his  word, 
And,  with  singing,  to  paradise  go. 

3  With  singing  we  praise 
The  original  grace, 

By  our  heavenly  Father  bestow'd  ; 

Our  being  receive 

From  his  bounty,  and  live 
To  the  honour  and  glory  of  God. 

4  For  thy  glorv,  we  are 
Created  to  share 

Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine! 

Created  again, 

That  our  souls  may  remain 
In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

5  Witn  thanks  we  approve 
The  design  of  thy  love, 

Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jesus's  name  ; 

So  united  in  heart, 

That  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

6  There,  there  at  his  feet, 
We  shall  suddenly  meet, 

And  be  parted  in  body  no  more  ! 

We  shall  sing  of  his  love, 

In  the  regions  above. 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 


82  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP. 

7  Hallelujah  we  '11  sing, 
To  our  Father  and  King, 

And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Hallelujah  again, 
Sing  all  heaven  and  fall  at  his  feet. 

8  In  assurance  of  hope. 
We  to  Jesus  look  up, 

Till  his  banner  unfurl'd  in  the  air ; 

From  our  graves  we  shall  see, 

And  cry  out,  it  is  He ! 
And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there. 

82.     6.  6.  9.     Anon. 
Union  v:ilh  Christ,  (he  Source  of  Joy. 

OHOW  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 
Tongue  cannot  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favour  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb : 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  received ! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  moro 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Saviour  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song ; 

O !  that  all  his  salvation  could  see  ! 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 


CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP.  85f 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above 

All  the  fear  of  temptation  and  pain  ; 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  O  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 

Of  the  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
Overwhelra'd  with  the  goodness  of  God. 

7  What  a  mercy  is  this ! 
What  a  heaven  of  bliss ! 

How  unspeakably  happy  am  I ! 

Gather'd  into  the  fold, 

With  believers  enroll'd, 
With  believers  to  live  and  to  die. 

8  Now  my  remnant  of  days, 
Would  I  spend  to  his  praise 

Who  has  died  my  poor  soid  to  redeem 

Whether  many  or  few, 

All  my  years  are  his  due ; 
May  they  all  be  devoted  to  Him. 

83.    P.M. 

God,  the  Refuge  of  the  Church. 
"/"""1QD  is  our  refuge  in  distress, 
VX  "A  present  help  when  dangers  press; 
"  In  Him  undaunted  I  '11  confide, 
"  Though  earth  were  from  her  centre  toss'd, 
"  And  mountains  in  the  ocean  lost, 
"  Torn  piecemeal  by  the  roaring  tide." 

2  'Midst  desolations  of  the  earth, 
He  only  means  to  try  my  faith, 

His  streams  refresh  my  fainting  soul : 
He  in  the  midst  of  Zion  dwells, 
Performs  his  work — Himself  conceals  : 
But  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whoJe. 
R 


I  CHRISTIAN   FELLOWSHIP. 

3  The  heathen  rag'd,  the  kingdoms  mov'd. 
But  God  protects  whom  once  he  lov'd, 

And  lifts  his  feeble  ones  on  high  : 
The  Lord  of  hosts  is  with  us  now, 
Let  sinners  fear,  let  rebels  bow, 

And  yield  to  Christ  the  Lord,  or  die. 

4  '  Be  still,  and  know  that  1  am  God,' 
And  when  I  lift  my  chastening  rod, 

Exalted  through  the  world  I  '11  be  ; 
Then  wars  shall  cease  at  my  command, — 
My  church,  protected  by  my  hand, 

Shall  find  her  refuge  still  in  me. 

5  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  dwelling  place, 
Refresh  me  by  the  streams  of  grace 

From  Christ  the  Saviour's  wounded  side ; 
Let  me  but  know  that  thou  art  mine, 
And  I  to  thee  will  all  resign, 

And  ever  in  thy  truth  confide. 

84.  P.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 
Thine  anger  is  turned  away.     Isa.  xii.  1. 

LORD,  and  is  thine  anger  gone, 
And  art  thou  pacified  ? 
After  all  that  I  have  done, 

Dost  thou  no  longer  chide  ? 
Infinite  thy  mercies  are, 

Beneath  their  weight  I  cannot  move ; 
O !  'tis  more  than  I  can  bear, 
The  sense  of  pard'ning  love ! 

2  Let  it  still  my  heart  constrain, 

And  all  my  passions  sway ; 
Keep  me,  lest  I  turn  again 

Out  of  the  narrow  way  ; 
Force  my  violence  to  be  still, 

And  captivate  my  every  thought ; 
Charm,  and  melt  and  change  my  will. 

And  bring  me  down  to  nought. 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  8? 

3  If  I  have  begun  once  more, 

Thy  sweet  return  to  feel ; 
If  e'en  now  I  find  thy  power 

Present  my  soul  to  heal  ; 
Still  and  quiet  may  I  lie, 

Nor  struggle  out  of  thine  embrace — 
Never  more  resist  or  fly, 

From  thy  pursuing  grace. 

4  To  the  cross,  thine  altar,  bind 

Me  with  the  cords  of  love ; 
Freedom  never  let  me  find 

From  my  dear  Lord  to  rove, — 
That  I  never,  never  more 

May  with  my  much-lov'd  Master  part ; 
To  the  posts  of  Mercy's  door, 

O  bind  my  willing  heart. 

5  See  my  utter  helplessness, 

And  leave  me  not  alone ; 
O  preserve  in  perfect  peace, 

And  seal  me  for  thine  own  ? 
More  and  more  thyself  reveal ; 

Thy  presence  let  me  always  find ; 
Comfort,  and  confirm,  and  heal, 

My  feeble  sin-sick  mind. 

6  As  the  apple  of  an  eye 

Thy  weakest  servant  keep  ; 
Help  me  at  thy  feet  to  lie, 

And  there  for  ever  wait} 
Tears  of  joy  mine  eyes  o'erflow, 

That  I  have  any  hope  of  heaven- 
Much  of  love  I  ought  to  know, 

For  I  have  much  forgiven. 


CHRISTIAN  EXERCISES. 
85.    L.  M. 

The  Desire. 
'nniS  my  desire  with  God  to  walk, 

X   '  And  with  his  children  pray  and  talk  j 
'  Though  I  should  persecuted  be, 
'  Jesus  did  suffer  so  for  me. 


86  CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES'. 

2  ['  'Tis  my  desire  baptis'd  to  be, 

As  a  command,  O  Lord,  from  thee ;' 
To  be  baptis'd,  like  Christ,  my  God, 
Who  was  immers'd  in  Jordan's  flood.] 

3  ['Tis  my  desire,  around  thy  board 

To  meet  the  saints,  my  dearest  Lord  ; 

In  union  with  thy  church  to  be, 

And  oft  commune  with  them  and  thee. 

4  'Tis  my  desire  to  bear  the  cross, 
And  yield  to  all  my  Saviour's  laws ; 
To  follow  where  my  Jesus  leads, 

In  all  his  words,  in  all  his  deeds. 

5  'Tis  my  desire  to  flee  from  sin, 

And  ever  keep  my  conscience  elean  , 
For  Christ  to  count  all  things  but  loss, 
And  glory  in  my  Saviour's  cross. 

6  'Tis  my  desire  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  serve  the  Lord  from  day  to  day, 
To  own  that  Jesus  is  my  King, 

And  yield  to  him  in  every  thing. 

7  'Tis  my  desire  above  the  rest, 

To  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breast ; 
To  live  as  I  would  wish  to  die, 
And  then  to.  dwell  with  God  on  high. 

86.     L.  M.    Altered. 
Longing  for  a  revival. 

I  LONG  to  see  the  season  come, 
When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  home, 
To  feast  on  God's  eternal  love, 
And  be  prepar'd  for  realms  above. 

2  Hark !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around, — 
Behold !  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands  : 

3  He  now  is  knocking  at  your  heart, 
Waiting  salvation  to  impart, — 
He  '11  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 
And  seal  you  sons  and  heirs  of  God. 


87  CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

4  A  few  more  days,  and  we  must  go 
To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  woe  ; 

In  realms  above  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns  to  hell '. 

5  Come,  sinners  all,  now  warning  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake; 
This  world  give  o'er,  leave  sin  behind, 
And  full  salvation  you  shall  find. 

6  Take  your  companion  by  the  hand, 
And  all  the  children  in  the  band, 
And  give  them  up  to  Jesus'  call, 
And  he  will  bless  and  save  them  all. 

87.     ll's.     Altered. 
The  joys  of  a  revival  longed  for. 

OHOW  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of  God! 
And  sought  him  by  praying  and  .searching  his 
word : 
With  watching  and  fasting  my  soul  was  imprest, 
Nor  could  I  give  over  till  Jesus  had  blest. 

I  The  tokens  of  mercy  begin  to  appear, 
And  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  has  answer'd  my  prayer, 
And  rich  consolations  descend  to  my  soul, — 
Salvation  from  Zion  's  beginning  to  roll. 

J  The  streams  of  his  mercy  are  spreading  abroad, 
And  sinners  are  crying,  and  coming  to  God, 
The  tears  of  contrition  now  pour  like  a  flood, 
And  some  have  found  pardon  through  Jesus's  blood. 

[  Here  's  more,  my  dear  Saviour,  who  fall  at  thy  feet, 
Oppress'd  with  a  burden  enormously  great  ; 
O  raise  them,  dear  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
And  shout  hallelujah,  like  th'  angels  above. 

>  We  wait  for  thy  chariot  to  roll  down  the  skies, 
To  bear  us  to  glory  with  joy  and  surprise, — 
We  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above, 
With  angels  o'erwhelm'd  in  the  ocean  of  love, 

>  Shout,  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus's  love, — 


88  CHRISTIAN    KXERCISES. 

Break  forth  into  singing,  ye  trees  of  the  wood, 
For  Jesus  is  bringing  lost  sinners  to  God. 
7  Let  all  that  have  being  unite  in  the  song, 
And  ages  on  ages  the  theme  still  prolong, 
And  when  they  are  lost  in  an  unmeasur'd  time, 
Sweet  Jesus!  the  glory  and  praise  shall  be  thine. 

88.     8's.    Newton. 
None  upon  earth  I  desire  besides  Thee.    Psalm  lxxiii.  25. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  with  me  ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 
December 's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  ; 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish,  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd  ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place, 

Could  make  any  change  in  my  mind ; 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song ; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky,    . 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES.  89,  90 

89.     P.  M.    Anon. 
The  friendship  of  Jesus  recollected  in  trials. 

THERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies — 
A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies — 
This  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
But  fear  again  'tis  not  for  me. 
Sweet  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend, 
O  hallelujah !  hallelujah ! 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  strait, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate  ; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  us  in. 

3  I'm  traveling  through  a  world  of  woes — 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes ; 
The  tempter  says,  I  ne'er  shall  stand 

On  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land. 

4  Through  gliuim'ring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
The  heavenly  way  but  just  appears  ; 

But  'tis  the  way  that  leads  to  God, 

'Tis  mark'd  with  tracks  of  heavenly  blood. 

5  These  are  the  footsteps  of  the  Lord, 
Who  on  the  cross  sustain'd  my  load ; 
'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  day, 
With  streams  of  blood  he  mark'd  the  way. 

6  Come  life,  come  death,  or  come  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still : 
Though  dangers  threat,  and  hell  alarms, 

I  still  am  safe  in  Jesus'  arms. 

7  Then,  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing 
The  glories  of  thy  God  and  King ; 
He  is  thy  husband,  shepherd,  friend, 
And  soon  will  make  thy  sorrows  end. 

90.   P.M.  Altered. 
Minister  and  doubting  Christian. 

M.    /^OME,  my  friend,  and  let  us  try 
>~- ^  For  a  little  season, 


90  CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

Every  burden  to  lay  by, 
Come  and  let  us  reason : 

Wbat  is  this  that  casts  thee  down  ? 
Who  are  those  that  grieve  thee? 

Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known ; 
Speaking  may  relieve  thee. 

2  Ch. '  O !  I  sink  beneath  the  load 

*  Of  my  nature's  evil  ; 
'Fill'd  with  enmity  to  God, 
'  Tempted  by  the  devil : 
Restless  as  the  troubled  seas ; 

■  Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful, 
Plagu'd  with  every  sore  disease — 
'  How  can  I  be  cheerful  ?' 

3  M.  Think  on  what  thy  Saviour  bore 

In  the  gloomy  garden. 
Sweating  blood  through  every  pore, 

To  procure  thy  pardon  ; 
View  him  stretch'd  upon  the  tree, 

All  thy  load  sustaining; 
See,  he  suffers  this  for  thee ! 

Therefore  cease  complaining. 

4  Ch. '  Once  I  had  this  pleasing  view, 

1  And  my  guilt  was  banish'd ; 
'  But  my  sins,  return'd  anew, 

'Fill  my  soul  with  anguish: 
4  Then  I  thought  nor  ease,  nor  pain, 

'The  world,  nor  sin,  nor  Satan, 
'  E'er  could  make  me  doubt  again — 

'  Jesus  was  my  portion.' 

5  M.  Jesus,  O  transporting  name ! 

Those  he  's  once  ibrgiven, 
He  will  keep,  protect,  sustain; 

Bear  them  safe  to  heaven. 
Look  to  Calv'ry's  scenes  again, 

Seek  renew'd  forgiveness, 
See  the  cleansing,  healing  stream, 

Pours  a  mighty  fullness 


CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES-  91 

6  Ch.  '  Now,  with  joy  and  grief,  I  see 

'That  I  should  not  murmur; 
'  Come,  my  friends,  and  join  with  me, 

'  Help  me  praise  the  Saviour ! 
1  Now  I  feel  his  cheering  grace, 

'All  my  sins  forgiven; 
1  Now  I  view  his  smiling  face — 

'  Hallelujah  !  praise  him !' 


I 


91.     6.  6.  10.     Altered. 
The  Pilgrim'1 s  nightly  Song. 

'  'LL  sing  my  Saviour's  grace, 
And  his  dear  name  I  '11  praise, 
While  in  this  vale  of  sorrows  I  remain  i 
My  sorrows  soon  shall  end. 
And  my  poor  soul  ascend 
To  Jesus,  free  from  sorrow,  sin  and  pain. 

2  A  pilgrim  here  below, 

In  this  vain  world  of  woe, 
I,  like  a  banish'd  exile,  wand'ring  rove  ; 

My  days  in  sorrow  roll, 

And  oft  my  weary  soul, 
With  earnest  longing,  pants  to  mount  above. 

3  Though  few  my  days  have  been, 
Much  trouble  I  have  seen, 

And  deep  afflictions  I  have  waded  through  ; 

For  thorny  is  the  way 

That  leads  to  endless  day, 
Yet,  in  the  strength  of  Christ,  I  '11  onward  go. 

4  Another  day  is  gone, 
And  the  declining  sun 

Has  veil'd  his  radiant  beams  behind  the  screen, 
While  gloomy  darkness  reigns 
Through  earth's  extensive  plains, 

And  clos'd  in  solemn  silence  is  the  scene. 

5  Thus  swiftly  flies  away 
The  next  succeeding  day, 

And  life's  declining  light  draws  to  a  close  : 
E2 


92  CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES. 

Ere  long  life's  setting  sun 
Shall  sink  in  silence  down, 
And  lay  my  weary  limbs  in  calm  repose. 

6  What  sweet  supreme  delight, 
Will  then  attend  my  flight — 

When  freed  from  litis' dull  clog  of  cumb'rous  clay 

On  eagles'  wings  of  love, 

My  soul  shall  mount  above, 
And  find  admittance  into  endless  day. 

7  With  Joy  I  then  shall  meet, 
And  bow  benealh  the  feet 

Of  Him  who  suffrr'd,  groan'd  and  died  for  me ; 

Who  bore  my  load  of  sin, 

Of  sorrow,  grief  and  pain, 
To  make  me  happy,  and  to  set  me  free. 

8  Ye  heavenly  arches  ring, 
Sing  hallelujah,  sing ! 

Hail!  holy,  holy,  holy  bleeding  Iamb! 

Once  we  were  dead  in  sin, 

But,  lo  !  we  live  again — 
And  glory,  glory,  glory  to  thy  name  ! 

92.     10.  10.  11.  11.    Newton. 
I  will  trust,  and  itol  be  afraid. 

BEGONE,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear: 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  siorm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide  ; 

Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  think 
He  '11  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink : 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite  through 

4  Determin'd  to  save,  he  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 
When  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with  death  : 


CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES.  93 

And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his  name  ; 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put  me  to  shame. 

Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress  ? 
Temptation  or  pain  ?  he  told  me  no  less  ; 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lord. 

How  bitter  that  cup.  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up  that  sinners  might  live : 
His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than  mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer,  and  shall  1  repine  ? 

Since  all  that  T  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'eine  is  food  ; 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before  long. 
And  then,  O  !  how  pleasant,  the  conqueror's  song! 

93.     8.  8.  6.      Wesleys  Collection. 
We  have  here  no  continuing  city,  $c. 

O  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above, 
And  bears  on  eagles'  wings , 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus,  priests,  and  kings. 

2  The  things  eternal  I  pursue; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 
For  things  bv  nature  felt  and  seen ; 
Their  honours',  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  fc, 

3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own ; 
A  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  its  good  despise  ! 
I  trample  on  its  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, 

A  country  in  the  skies. 

4  There  is  my  bouse  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  : 


94  CHRISTIAN   EXERCISES 

For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 
5  I  come,  my  Lord,  thy  servant  cries, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  a  heavenly  rest ; 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
And,  O  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 

94.     L.  M.     Parkinson's  Collection. 
Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father,  inherit  the  kingdot 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  this  narrow,  happy  road. 

Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come  ! 
While  Christ,  the  Judge,  with  joy  proclaims, 
Here  come  my  saints,  I  own  their  names. 

2  Great  tribulation  you  may  meet, 

But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street  ; 
Though  hell  may  rage  anil  vent  her  spite, 
Jesus  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 
Behold  the  righteous,  &c. 

3  The  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  wre  shall  hear 
Sound  through  the  earth,  and  down  to  hell, 
To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

Behold  the  righteous,  &c. 

4  '  Ye  everlasting  doors,  fly  wide, 

•  Make  room — receive  my  rescu'd  bride, 
'  Ye  harps  in  glory,  sound  aloud, 
'  Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood.' 
Behold  the  righteous,  &c. 

5  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line 

In  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine ! 
See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendour  to  the  throne  ! 
Behold  the  righteous,  &c. 


'christian  exercises.  95 

6  They  stand  with  wonder,  and  look  on ! 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
The  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  rapture  sets  their  souls  on  fire ! 
Behold  the  righteous,  &c. 

95.    8.  8.  6.    Nippon's  Selection. 
God's  presence  Jills  his  people  with  joy. 

COME,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice, 
In  hope  that  we  shall  hear  ihy  voice, — 
Shall  one  day  see  our  God ; 
Shall  cease  from  all  our  painful  strife, 
Handle  and  taste  the  word  of  life, 
And  feel  the  sprinkled  blood. 

2  Let  us  not  always  make  our  moan, 
Nor  worship  thee  a  God  unknown; 

But  let  us  live  to  prove 
Thy  people's  rest,  thy  saints'  delight, 
The  length  and  breadth,  the  depth  and  height, 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope 

I  stand,  and,  from  and  mountain-top, 

See  all  the  land  below : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

4  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil; 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest  ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness— 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlasting  rest. 

5  O.  when  shall  I  at  once  go  up, 
Nor  this  side  Jordan  longer  stop, 

But  the  good  land  possess  ? 
When  shall  I  end  our  lingering  years, 
Of   sorrows  sin,    and  doubts  and  fears, — 

An  h(  *vling  wilderness. 


96  CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

6  O  dearest  Joshua  !  bring  us  in  ; 
Display  thy  grace,  forgive  our  sin, 

Our  unbelief  remove : 
The  heavenly  Canaan.  Lord  !  divide ; 
And  O,  with  "ail  the  sanctified, 
Give  us  a  lot  of  love  ! 

96.     P.M.    Anon. 
Christians  happy  in  the  house  of  God. 

YE,  happy  children,  who  follow  Jesus 
Into  the  house  of  prayer  and  praise. 
Who  are  join'd  in  union,  while  love  increases, 

Resolv'd  this  way  to  spend  your  days: 
Although  we  're  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 

And  flesh,  and  such  as  know  not  God, 
Yet,  happy  moments,  and  joyful  seasons, 
We  oft-times  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

2  Though  oft  assaulted  by  sore  temptations, 

We  "11  keep  our  great  high  priest  in  view  ; 
Our  Jesus  trav'lled  through  tribulation. 

And  he  will  bring  his  people  through : 
Though  hell,  with  all  its  frightful  legions, 

Oppose  our  way,  and  round  us  roar, 
Fear  not,  we  '11  gain  those  peaceful  regions, 

And  shout  on  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

3  While  we  've  been  waiting  on  loving  Jesus, 

We  've  felt  some  streams  coming  from  abo\-» ; 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  with  holy  rapture, 

We  long  to  be  absolv'd  in  love  \ 
Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  given, 

And  trust  in  God  for  time  to  come ; 
Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heaven. 

So,  farewell  brethren,  I  'm  going  home. 

4  On  Zion's  holy,  celestial  mountain, 

I  hope  again  to  meet  you  all ; 
To  bathe  in  love's  eternal  fountain, 

And  round  the  throne  divine  to  fall ; 
Sweetly  united  to  one  another, 

When  to  our  Father's  house  we  come  , 


CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES.  97 

There 's  loving  Jesus,  our  elder  brother  ; 

So,  farewell  brethren,  I  'm  going  home. 
5  But,  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  pray  for  those  that  spurn  his  grace, 
That  they  may  taste  love's  richest  treasures, 

And  live  to  see  God's  smiling  face  ; 
Now  here  's  my  hand,  and  my  best  wishes, 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love — 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus  ; 

So,  farewell  brethren,  we  '11  meet  above. 

97.     P.  M.    Altered. 
Risi7ig  to  heaven. 

YE  children  of  Zion,  who'  re  bound  to  the  king- 
dom, 
Attune  all  your  voices,  and  help  me  to  sing 
Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  my  blessed  Jesus, 

For  he  is  my  Prophet,  my  Priest,  and  my  King ; 

When  Jesus  first  found  me,  to  hell  I  was  going — 

His  love  did  surround  me,  and  save  me  irom  ruin ; 

He  kindly  receiv'd  me,  and  from  guilt  reliev'd  me, 

And  taught  me,  aloud,  his  sweet  praises  to  sing. 

2  Why  should  you  go  wand'ring  from  such  a  Physician, 

Who 's  able  and  willing  your  sickness  to  cure  ? 
Come  to  him  believing,  though  bad  your  condition, 

His  Father  has  promis'd  your  case  to  insure  : 
My  soul  he  has  healed,  my  heart  it  rejoices, 
He 's  brought  me  to  Zion  to  join  the  glad  voices  ! 
I  '11  serve  him,  and  praise  him,  and  always  adore  him, 

Till  we  meet  in  glory  where  parting 's  no  more. 

3  My  heart's  now  in  heaven  to  Jesus  ascended, 

I  'm  bound  to  press  forward  to  the  mark  of   the 
prize  ; 
And  when  my  temptations  and  trials  are  ended. 
On  th'  wings  of  bright  seraphs  I  hope  to  arise  : 

0  Christians !  I  'm  happy  in  this  contemplation ; 
My  soul  is  refresh'd  with  the  streams  of  salvation, 

1  long  to  be  flying  that  I  may  be  vying 

With  saints  and  bright   angels  that  shout  in  the 
skies. 


i»  CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

4  Cheer  up,  ye  dear  pilgrims,  fair  Canaan  's  before  you ; 
Ascend   the   bright  mountain   still  shouting  free 
grace ! 
On  Salem's  strong  tower  we  '11  sing  hallelujah, 

Reviv'd  with  the  smiles  of  sweet  Jesus's  face: 
JNTo  sorrow,  no  sighing,  no  weeping,  no  mourning, 
To  those  who  there  enter  there  is  a,;  returning, 
But  loving,  and  feasting,  and  shouting,  and  singing, 
All  glory  to  Jesus  the  source  of  free  grace. 

98.    7's.    Altered. 
Christians  feasting  on  grace's  bounties. 

/^iOME,  and  taste  along  with  me, 
V>  Consolations  running  free, 
From  our  Father's  gracious  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey-comb. 

2  Wherefore  should  I  feast  alone  ? — 
.Mourning  souls,  there  yet  is  room  ! 
Come,  O  come,  to  Zion's  hill, 

Th'  banquet  will  be  sweeter  still. 

3  Sinful  nature,  prone  to  vice, 
Cannot  stop  the  work  of  grace, 
While  there  is  a  God  to  give, 
And  poor  sinners  to  receive. 

4  Goodness,  running  like  a  stream, 
Thfttugh  the  new  Jerusalem, 
Doth,  by  constant  breaking  forth. 
Sweeten  earth  and  heaven  both. 

5  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud 
m  the  praises  of  our  God  ; 
We,  who  sing  in  faith  below, 
Soon  to  glory,  too,  shall  go. 

6  Sweetness  here,  and  glory  there ! 
Comforts  flowing  every  where — 
This  I  boldly  can  attest, 

For  my  soul  has  got  a  feast. 

7  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume, 


CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

Finding  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 

I  thank  God,  and  you  thank  God, 
And  I  can  praise  my  Jesus  ! 
You  love  God,  and  T  love  God, 
And  we  '11  praise  God  together ! 

99.     8's.    Altered. 
Happy  in  the  love  of  Christ. 

THIS  day  my  soul  has  caught  new  fire, 
To  heavenly  raptures  I  aspire, 
I  long  to  leave  this  cumbrous  clay, 
With  angel  bands  to  soar  away : 
When  Christians  join  in  fervent  prayer, 
Jehovah-Jesus  meets  them  there — 
They  wield  the  Spirit's  glittering  sword, 
And  hosts  are  conquer'd  by  the  word. 

2  See  Gideon  marching  out  to  fight, 
Having  a  trumpet,  and  a  light ! 
He  took  his  pitcher  and  a  lamp. 
And  storm'd  the  Midianitish  camp  ! 
Saint  Paul  and  Silas  bound  in  jail, 
Would  sing  and  pray  in  spite  of  hell, 
And  I  will  also  praise  my  King, 
Although  oppos*d  by  earth  and  sin. 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  strong. 
Rejoice — the  victory  '11  soon  be  won ! 
Fight  on,  ye  sons  of  liberty, 

And  you  shall  reign  eternally  ; 
And  since  I  am  in  Jesus  blest, 
I  'm  travelling  to  a  world  of  rest, 
To  join  the  angels  round  the  throne, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  ne'er  can  come. 

4  The  hottest  battle  is  begun, 
Come,  stand  the  fire  until  'tis  done  ! 
Some  foes  are  wounded,  others  slain — 
Fight  on  !  and  you  with  Christ  shall  rei^n : 
Jehovah,  the  eternal  King. 

With  love,  wil!  say,  '  My  saints,  come  in  ! 


100  CHRISTIAN    KXERCISFS. 

'  Thro'  floods  and  (lames  you  've  reaeh'd  the  shore, 
'  Come,  reign  with  me  for  evermore.' 
5  'Come,  wear  the  crown,  and  let  your  tongue 
'Sing  Gabricd's  new  eternal  song:' — 
Then  we  shall  lay  our  weapons  by, 
And  shout  with  angels  through  the  sky : — 
All  glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
Throughout  my  soul  I  feel  the  flame — 
Expand  your  wings,  ye  hosts  above, 
And  bear  me  to  the  God  of  love ! 

100.     7's.     Coivper. 
Lovest  thou  me  ?    John  xxi.  16. 

HA  RK  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  the  Saviour,  hear  his  word : 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee — 
'  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  'I  deliver'd  thee,  when  bound. 

'And,  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound; 
'  Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
'Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  '  Can  a  woman's  tender  care, 

'  Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
4  Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
'  Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  '  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 

'  Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
1  Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
'  Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  'Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 

'  When  the  work  of  grace  is  done— 
'  Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be — 
'  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  V 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint, 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore — 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 


CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES.  101 

101.  P.  M.  Ms-  Jones. 

The  unit-past  of  heaven. 

BRIGHT  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense, 
And  all  my  passions  capture  ; 
Eternal  beauties  round  me  shine, 

Infusing  warmest  rapture: 
I  dive  in  pleasures  deep  and  full — 

In  swelling  waves  of  glory  ; 

And  feel  my  Saviour  in  ray  soul, 

And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 

2  I  feast  on  hone}',  milk  and  wine ; 

I  drink  perpetual  sweetness, — 
Mount  Zion's  glories  through  me  shine, 

While  Christ  unfolds  his  greatness. 
No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys, 

Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 

Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems. 

3  My  captivated  spirits  fly 

Through  shining  worlds  of  beauty ; 
Dissolv'd  in  blushes  loud  I  cry, 

In  praises  sweet  and  mighty  ; 
And  here  I  '11  sing  and  swell  the  strains 

Of  harmony  delighted, 
And  with  the  millions  learn  the  notes 

Of  saints  in  Christ  united. 

4  The  bliss  that  rolls  through  those  above, 

Through  "those  in  glory  seated — 
Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing, 

Ten  thousand  times  repeated. 
Darts  through  my  soul  with  radiant  beams, 

Constraining  loudest  praises, 
O'erwhelming  all  my  powers  with  joy. 

While  all  within  me  blazes. 

5  When  earth  and  seas  shall  be  no  more, 

And  all  their  glory  perish  ; 
When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  to  shine, 
And  stars  at  midniaht  languish — 


102  CHRISTIAN    EXERCISES. 

My  joys  refin'd  shall  brighter  shine, 

Mount  heaven's  radiant  glory, 
And  tell  through  one  eternal  day, 

Love's  all-immortal  story. 

102.    7.  b.    Anon. 
The  Pilgrim  encouraged  from  the  prospect  of  heaven- 

TJ^HERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 
JL    Where  streams  of  joy  for  ever  roll ; 

'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 
And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 

Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 
With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray, 

But  since  the  Saviour  found  me, 
A  lamp  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  danger, 

But  'tis  the  path  lliat  leads  to  God, 

And  like  a  faithful  soldier, 
I  '11  march  along  the  heavenly  road  : 

Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 
My  breast-plate,  helmet,  and  my  shield, 

And  fight  the  hosts  oi"  Satan, 
Until  I  reach  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I  'm  on  the  way  to  Zion, 

Still  guarded  by  my  Saviour's  hand  ; 

O,  come  along,  dear  sinners, 
And  view  Immanuel's  happy  land: 

To  all  that  stay  behind  me, 
I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell, 

O !  come,  or  you  '11  repent  it, 
When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  hell. 

4  The  vale  of  tears  around  me, 
And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before ; 

O  !  how  I  stand  and  tremble, 
To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar! 

Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 
And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there, 

From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 
And  to  the  regions  of  despair  ? 


CHRISTIAN    CONFLICT.  108 

5  The  stream  shall  not  affright  me, 
Although  'tis  deeper  than  the  grave  ; 

If  Jesus  stand  beside  me, 
I'll  smoothly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave  ; 

His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean  ; 
His  lamp  has  cheer'd  the  gloomy  vale  ; 

O!  may  this  friend  be  with  me, 
When  through  the  gate  of  death  1  sail. 

6  Then,  come,  thou  king  of  terrors, 
And  with  thy  dagger  lay  me  low  ; 

Soon  I  shall  reach  those  regions, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow ; — 

O  sinners,  shall  I  leave  vou, 
No  more  to  join  your  social  band, 

JNo  more  to  stand  beside  you, 
Till  at  the  judgment-bar  we  stand  ? 

7  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 

And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 
Shall,  in  a  moment,  cease  to  roll  ; 

Then  we  shall  see  the  Saviour, 
With  shining  ranks  of  angels,  come 

To  execute  his  vengeance, 
And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 


CHRISTIAN  CONFLICT. 

103.    8.7. 
Soldiers  of  Christ  exhorted. 

FI1RUMP  of  war  !  awake  the  soldier,— 
JL  Ah !  methinks  he  sleeps  too  long, — 
Soldier,  rouse!  behold  the  danger! 

See  thy  foes  a  thousand  strong : 
Think  besides  an  untold  number, 

Some  without,  and  some  within  ; 
Rise,  and  buckle  on  thy  armour — 

Fight  the  host3  of  hell  and  sin. 


104  CHRISTIAN    CONFUCT. 

2  Fiery  lakes  behind  are  burning ; 

Foes  beset  thee  all  around  ; 
Forward  go! — there  's  no  returning; 

Death  or  conquest  is  the  sound  : 
Bind  the  truth  a  girdle  round  thee, 

With  this  plume  adorn  thy  head, 
Hope  through  grace,  the  proven  helmet; 

In  the  path  of  precept  tread. 

3  More  than  all,  thy  shield  rely  on, 

Faith  in  God's  eternal  aid  ; 
Take  the  two-edg'd  glorious  weapon, 

Spirit's  sword,  nor  be  afraid ; 
On  thy  knees  still  fight  with  courage, 

Trusting  in  thy  Captain's  might, 
Fervent  prayer's  a  conquering  weapon, 

On  thy  knees  still  stand  and  fight. 

4  Has  thy  Captain  come  to  succour  ? 

Have  thy  enemies  all  fled  ? 
Watch  anrl  pray,  there  still  is  danger, 

Though  they  're  gone,  they  are  not  dead. 
Soldier!  now  be  doubly  watchful, 

Mark  with  care  the  victory  won ; 
Let  not  self  assume  the  honour, 

That  belongs  to  Christ  alone. 

5  O  thou  captain  of  salvation, 

I  to  thee  for  succour  fly; 
At  thy  feet  I  bend  repentant, 

Save  me,  save  me  !  or  I  die: 
Often  thou  hast  led  to  conquest, 

And  through  thee  I  conquering  go, — 
Jesus,  save  me  from  my  weakness, 

Save  me  from  my  bosom  foe. 

104.  ll's.  Hopkins. 
Why  sleep  ye  ? 

WHY  sleep  ye,  my  brethren ! — come  let  us  arise, 
O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the  prize  ? 
Salvation  is  near — our  days  are  far  spent, 
O,  let  us  be  active — awake  !  and  repent. 


CHRISTIAN    CONFLICT.  105 

I  O,  how  can  we  slumber !  the  Master  is  come, 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home  : 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite, 
The  weary  they  welcome — the  careless  invite. 

I  O  how  can  we  slumber  !  our  foes  are  awake; 
To  ruin  poor  souls  cv'ry  effort  they  make  ; 
T'  accomplish  their  object  no  means  are  untried, 
The  careless  they  comfort — the  wakeful  misguide. 

i  O,  how  can  wc  slumber!  when  so  roach  was  done, 
To  purchase  salvation  b}-  Jesus  the  Son! 
Now  mercy  is  proffer'd,  and  justice  display 'd, 
Now  God  can  be  hononr'd.  and  sinners  be  sav'd. 

|  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  when  death  is  so  near, 
And  sinners  are  sinking  to  endless  despair ! 
Now1  prayers  may  avail,  and  they  gain  the  high  prize, 
Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their  eyes. 
O,  how  can  we  slumber ! — ye  sinners,  look  round, 
Before  the  last  trumpet  your  hearts  shall  confound  ; 
Now  fly  to  the  Saviour,  he  calls  you  to-day ; 
While  mercy  is  waiting,  O  make  no  delay ! 

.  105.   7's.    Suxiin. 
Child  !  come  home. 

BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we  've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end : 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go — 
Long  we  shall  not  stay  below, — 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls— come  home. 

2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part ; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  all  victorious  be ; — 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home- 


106  CHRISTIAN    CONFLICT 

3  But,  of  al.  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 
Like  the  foes  thai  dwell  within  ; — 
Let  not  all  this  spoil  our  peace, 
Christ  shall  also  conquer  these, — 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

10G.     ll's.     Altered. 
Sinners  warned,  and.  Saints  encouraged. 

COME,  soldiers  of  Jesus,  awake  from  your  sleep 
Ye  trav'llers  to  Zion,  how  slowly  you  creep! 
Awake  from  your  slumber,  and  marcn  on  your  way 
Through  earth's  dreary  regions  to  eternal  clay. 

2  Awake,  and  attend  to  the  Saviour's  sweet  voice 
'Tis  music  so  charming,  we  all  should  rejoice, 
And  leave  all  behind  us,  and  fly  to  his  arms, 
Though  sinners  reject  him  for  stores  and  for  farms. 

3  O  sinners,  3011  're  passing  from  life  unto  death, 
A  few  scenes  remaining  will  finish  your  breath; 
Your  bodies  must  moulder,  and  crumble  to  dust. 
Till  the  resurrection  of  just  and  unjust. 

4  Reflect,  for  a  moment !  if  then  in  your  guilt, 
No  change  for  the  better  can  ever  be  felt, — 
Depart,  ye  accursed,  then  Jesus  will  say, 
When  once  I  invited,  you  w?ould  not  obey. 

5  How  happy  the  righteous !  whom  angels  convey 
From  all  their  afflictions,  to  glory  away, 

To  dwell  with  sweet  Jesus,  bright  angels,  and  saint 
Where  all  is  enjoyment — there  are  no  complaints. 

6  And  when  the  archangel  the  trumpet  shall  sound, 
To  wake  all  the  nations  that  sleep  under  ground. 
With  shouts,  all  triumphant,  their  bodies  shall  rise 
And  fly  to  meet.Jesus  the  Lord,  in  the  skies. 


CHRISTIAN   CONFLICT.  107.  108 

107.     8.  8.  6.    Wesley's  Coll. 
Mutual  encouragement. 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wdderness. 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  ihe  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Louk  forward  to  that  heavenly  place. 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down ; 
To  patient  hope  the  prize  is  sure, 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope, 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirit  up, 

And  brings  to  life  the  dead ; 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  head. 

5  In  hope  of  those  ecstatic  joys, 
Jesus,  we  now  sustain  the  cross, 

And  at  thy  footstool  fall ; 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
Till  thou  our  ravish 'd  spirits  fill. 

And  God  be  All  in  All. 

108.    8.  6. 
Soldiers  of  the  Cross  encouraged. 

AWAKE !  ye  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
And  gird  your  armour  on; 


108  CHRISTIAN   CONFLICT. 

Behold  Apollyon  on  the  march, 

With  enemies  unknown : 
Awake,  and  on  your  Captain  call , 

Equip  you  for  the  held  ; 
The  armour  of  your  God  put  on, 

Resist,  and  never  yield. 

2  Stand,  girt  about  the  loins  with  truth ; 

Stand,  in  your  Captain's  might; 
Let  righteousness  preserve  your  breast, 

And  never  think  of  flight ; 
Stand,  firmly  stand  on  gospel  peace, 

Let  hope  defend  your  head  ; 
Be  sure  vou  take  the  shield  of  faith, 

To  strike  opposers  dead. 

3  Pray !  always  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

In  watchfulness  abound ; 
Pray  in  the  spirit,  for  the  saints, 

And  pray  for  all  around  ; 
Pray  on,  in  perseverance  pray, 

And  wield  the  Spirit's  sword, 
And  you  shall  surely  win  the  day, 

Through  Christ  your  conquering  Lord 

4  In  one  united  column  move, 

With  banner  wide  display'd  ; 
United  in  the  bonds  of  love — 

March  on,  nor  be  afraid  : 
Of  all  the  foes  you  have  to  meet, 

Be  most  aware  of  sin ; 
Seek,  ardent  seek  your  Captain's  aid, 

Resist  this  foe  within. 

5  Look  to  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies, 

All  stain'd  with  hallowed  blood  ; 
And  as  you  wipe  your  grateful  eyes, 

Hold  fast  the  conquering  sword  ; 
Look  upwards  to  the  heavenly  world, 

Behold  the  conqueror's  crown ! 
See  all  your  foes  to  ruin  hurl'H, 

And  then,  with  Christ,  sit  down. 


CHRISTIAN  CONFLICT.  109 

109.     P.  M.     Altered. 
The  Christian  Warfare. 

AT  a  distance  from  heaven,  in  a  world  of  conten- 
tion, 
To  cultivate  peace  was  our  wish  and  intention, 
But  though  by  her  olive  we  wish  to  be  shaded, 
We  '11  boldly  resist  when  the  truth  is  invaded. 

Arise,  believer !  arise,  believer ! 
And  firmly  resist  when  the  truth  is  invaded. 

2  O  Zion,  by  peace  is  thy  interest  promoted, 

To  love  peace  and  truth  may  thy  sons  be  devoted  , 
But.  Satan  and  sin  will  presume  your  suppression. 
And  dare  you  to  war  by  their  hostile  aggression : 

Arise,  believer!  arise,  believer! 
Arise,  and  repel  every  hostile  aggression. 

3  Defence,  be  the  cry  of  the  heirs  of  salvation, 
To  defend  ourselves  let  us  make  preparation; 
Let  us  gird  on  the  armour  the  gospel 's  provided. 
And  quit  us  like  men  till  the  conflict 's  decided  : 

Arise,  believers!  arise,  believers! 
And  quit  you  like  men  till  the  conflict 's  decided, 

4  Then  peace  be  the  cry  of  the  heirs  of  salvation, 
Let  peace  and  good  will  be  proclaim'd  through  the 

nation  ; 
Let  us  love  all  mankind,  and  adore  our  sweet  Jesus, 
And  press  to  the  world  that  from  sin  shall  release  usr 

Arise,  believer!  arise,  believer! 
And  press  to  the  world  that  from  sin  shall  release  us. 

5  The  smile  of  our  Jesus  our  souls  shall  enliven, 
And  bring  us  all  safe  through  our  conflicts  to  heaven, 
Inspire  new  joy  at  the  kindling  reflection, 

His  banner 's  unfurl'd  for  the  church's  protection : 

Arise,  believer !  arise,  believer ! 
His  banner 's  unfurl'd  t'  insure  you  protection. 

5  A  few  conflicts  more,  and  the  war  will  be  ended, 
And  youf  with  your  Captain,  to  glory  ascended. 


S' 


110  CHRISTIAN    CONFLICT. 

There  join  the  bright  army,  and  shout  forth  his  praises, 
And  make  heaven  ring  with  the  fame  of  your  Jesus  i 

Arise,  believer !  arise,  believer ! 
And  make  the  earth  ring  with  the  fame  of  your  Jesus. 

110.     Newton. 
Coldness  Lamented :  A  Revival  Desired. 
AVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
'  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 
Chorus. — Lord,  revive  us, — Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 

Every  part  look'd  gay  and  green, 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded. 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  ? 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  of  our  youth  ? 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted. 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 
Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show ! 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

7  Younger  plants, — the  sight  how  pleasant! 

Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood, 


CHRISTIAN   CONFLICT.  Ill 

But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frost  has  nipt  them  in  the  bud . 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 
O  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayer, 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 
10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power. 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh, 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

111.     8's.     Anon. 
Encouragement  to  holiness  of  heart  and  lift 


s 


AY  now,  ye  lovely,  social  band, 
Ik 


That  walk  the  way  to  Canaan's  land  ; 
Ye,  who  have  fled  from  Sodom's  plain, 
Say,  wish  you  to  return  again  I 
Have  you  just  ventured  to  the  field, 
Well  arm'd  with  helmet,  sword  and  shield 
And  shall  the  world,  with  dread  alarms, 
Compel  you  now  to  ground  your  arms! 

2  Beware  of  pleasure's  syren  song, 
Alas !  it  cannot  soothe  you  long ; 
It  cannot  quiet  Jordan's  wave, 

Nor  cheer  the  dark  and  silent  grave  : 
O  let  your  thought  delight  to  soar, 
Where  sinful  pleasures  all  are  o'er ; 
Explore  by  faith  the  heavenly  fields, 
And  pluck  the  fruit  that  Canaan  yields. 

3  There  see  the  glorious  hosts  on  wing, 
And  hear  the  heavenly  seraphs  sing ! 


112  CHRISTIAN   CONFLICT. 

The  snining  ranks  in  order  stand, 
Or  move  like  lightning  at  command ; 
There  sits  the  Saviour  on  his  throne, 
And  there  Jehovah  reigns  alone  ; 
There  angel-bands  submissive  wait, 
And  armies  worship  at  his  feet. 

4  Behold  !  I  see  among  the  rest, 
An  host  in  richer  garments  drest, 
And  nearer  to  the  throne  they  stand, 
With  palms  of  vict'ry  in  their  hand  ; 
There,  on  that  peaceful,  happy  shore, 
They  're  met  at  last  to  part  no  more, 
Where  flesh  and  sin  shall  ne'er  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

5  These  are  the  foil' were  of  the  Lamb, 
Whose  robes  are  wash'd  from  every  stain, 
Who  once  were  fill'd  with  pain  and  care, 
But  now  they  heavenly  garments  wear  : 
Soon  on  the  wings  of  love  you  '11  fly. 

To  join  them  m  that  world  of  joy ; 
Then  be  it  now  your  chiefest  care, 
The  image  of  your  Lord  to  bear. 

112.     ll's.     Altered. 
Ministers  exhorted  and  encouraged. 

AWAKE,  my  dear  brethren,  who  trust  in  the  Lord, 
And  take  yonr  commission  to  preach  from  his 
word ; 
Go,  teach  all  the  nations,  and  when  they  believe, 
Then  lead  them  to  Jordan  and  baptism  give. 

2  Be  sober,  be  prudent,  and  watch  unto  prayer, 
And  be  ye  examples  of  piety  here, 

Tnat  others,  beholding  the  works  that  you  do, 
May  glorify  Jesus  in  righteousness  too. 

3  Be  faithful,  dear  brethren,  and  stand  for  his  cause, 
And  preach  for  his  honour,  and  not  for  applause; 
The  glory  to  Jesus  be  careful  to  give, 

And  he  will  be  with  you  as  long  as  you  live. 


CHRISTIAN    CONFLICT.  113 

4  The  world  and  the  devil  against  yon  will  rage, 
To  spoil  all  your  labour  most  fiercely  engage, 
But  he  will  protect  you  and  prosper  your  way, 
And  crown  you  with  glory  in  that  coming  day. 

5  Then  stand  for  your  Master  whatever  you  do, 
And  suffer  as  freely  as  he  did  for  you  ; 

And  should  you  be  call'd  unto  prison  or  death, 
Like  Stephen  the  martyr  surrender  your  breath. 

6  And  when  the  great  day  of  redemption  is  come, 
And  Jesus  in  grandeur  descends  on  his  throne, 
He  '11  give  to  his  angels  a  special  command 

To  place  you  in  order  upon  his  right  hand. 

7  This  glorious  Redeemer  will  then  to  you  say, 

Well  done  faithful  servants,  you  are  welcome  to  me, 
'Twill  be  the  best  welcome  that  ever  was  heard, 
A  welcome  to  Jesus, — to  Jesus  your  Lord. 

113.     7.6.    Altered. 
Having  a  desire  to  be  with  Christ 

OH !  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  dwell  with  him  above  ; 
And  from  the  flowing  fountain, 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And,  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain 's  gone  before ; 
He  's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bids  me  not  give  o'er— 
His  promises  are  faithful — 

A  crown  of  life  he  '11  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternally  shall  live. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 

To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 
On  wings  of  love  I  '11  fly — 


113  CHRISTIAN'   CONFLICT. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu — 
And,  O  my  friends,  prove  faithful. 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles, 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray  ; 
Gird  on  the  gospel  armour, 

Of  faith,  and  l ruth,  and  love. 
And  when  the  combat 's  ended, 

You  '11  rise  to  God  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge. 

He  '11  not  refuse  to  lend  ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
But  give  you  grace  to  conquer. 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

6  Our  race  will  soon  be  ended, 

And  we  '11  ascend  to  God, 
To  dwell  with  precious  Jesus, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood  ; 
With  saints  we  '11  join  to  praise  him. 

For  grace  divinely  free, 
And  rise  in  glorious  raptures 

To  all  eternity. 

7  And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  entombed  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransom 'd  dust  revived, 

New  beauties  shall  put  on, 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansion, 

Where  our  Redeemer 's  gone. 

8  Our  eyes  shall  then,  with  rapture, 

The  Saviour's  face  behold ; 


LONGING   FOR   HEAVEN.  114 

Our  feet  no  more  diverted, 

Shall  walk  the  streets  of  gold  ; 
Our  ears  shall  hear,  with  transport, 

The  hosts  celestial  sing, 
Our  tongues  shall  chant  the  praises 

Of  our  immortal  King. 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

114.     P.M.     Altered. 
The  Love  of  Christ  unspeakable. 

JESUS,  thy  boundless  love  to  me, 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare: 
O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee ! 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there ; — 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  O  may  I  be, 
In  time,  and  in  eternity ! 

2  O  Love !  how  cheering  is  thy  ray.1 

All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies; 
All  care  and  sorrow  melt  away, 

Whene'er  thy  healing  beams  arise. 
O  Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek  but  thee  ! 

3  O  that  I,  as  a  little  child, 

May  follow  thee,  and  never  rest, 
Till  sweetly  thou  hast  breath'd  thy  mild 

And  lovely  image  in  my  breast ! 
Unite  my  trembling  soul  to  thee, 
And  may  we  never  parted  be. 

4  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way, 

Direct  my  work,  inspire  my  thought ; 
Nor  let  me  ever  go  astray —  " 

Secure  the  soul  thy  love  hath  bought ; 
In  death  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  save  me  who  for  me  hast  died. 
S  2 


US  LONGING   FOR   HEAVEN. 

The  object  of  transcendant  love, 
In  and  by  whom  all  creatures  move, — 
Grant  me  perpetual  smiles,  whilst  I 
Struck  by  glory, 
Fall  before  thee, 
Holy  holy,  holy,  cry. 

2  When  I  shall  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
Glorious  angels  shall  convey, 
Upon  their  golden  wings  shall  1 

Be  wafted  far  above  the  sky ; 
There  to  behold  him  free  from  harms; 

Beauties  vernal, 

Spring  eternal 
In  my  lovely  Saviour's  arms. 

3  What  hath  the  world  to  equal  this? 
The  solid  joys  of  heavenly  bliss; 
The  joys  immortal — love  divine ; 
The  love  of  Jesus  ever  mine; 

For  greater  joys  I  'm  bound  to  know, 

From  terrestrial, 

To  celestial. 
When  I  up  to  Jesus  go : 

4  There,  in  sweet,  silent  raptures  wait, 
Till  the  saints'  glory  is  complete ; 
Till  the  last  trump  of  God  shall  sound, 
Break  up  the  graves  and  tear  the  ground, 

And  then,  descending  with  the  Lamb, 

Every  spirit 

Shall  inherit 
Bodies  of  immortal  frame. 

5  O  tiresome  world — when  will  it  end  ? 
When  shall  1  see  my  heavenly  Friend  ? 
When  will  the  lovely  Saviour  come, 
And  take  his  weary  pilgrim  home  ? 

When  shall  I  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

There  adore  him, 

Fall  before  him, 
Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  cry  ? 


H 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.  119 

119.    8.  6.     Broaddus's  Collection. 

The  bliss  of  the  Christian's  slate. 

OW  happy  'a  every  child  of  grace, 


That  feels  his  sins  forgiven 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  a  place  in  heaven  ; — 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet,  O,  by  faith  I  see — 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 
"*  A  heaven  prepar'd  for  me  ! 

2  A  stranger  in  this  world  below, 

I  only  sojourn  here  ; 
Nor  can  its  happiness  or  woe, 

Provoke  my  hope  or  fear ; 
Its  evils  in  a  moment-end — 

Its  joys  as  soon  are  past ; 
But,  O!  the  bliss  to  which  I  tend, 

Eternally  shall  last. 

3  To  that  Jerusalem  above, 

With  singing  I  repair ; 
While  in  this  vale,  by  hope  and  love 

My  ravish'd  soul  is  there — 
There  my  exalted  Saviour  stands, 

My  merciful  High  Priest, 
And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands, 

To  take  me  to  his  breast. 

4  What  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay 

Or  keep  me  back  from  home, 
When  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ? 
Shall  I  regret  to  leave  my  friends 

Here  in  this  vale  confin'd  ? 
To  Christ  the  Lord  my  soul  ascends — 

Farewell  to  all  behind ! 

5  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours, 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay ! 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers. 
And  antedate  that  day ; 


120  LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

We  feel  the  resurrection  near, — 
Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd — 

And  with  his  glorious  presence  here, 
Our  longing  hearts  are  flll'd. 

6  When  he  shall  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  bid  my  soul  remove, 
And  let  my  trembling  spirit  go 

To  meet  the  God  I  love ; 
With  rapt'rous  awe  on  him  I  '11  gaze, 

Who  died  to  set  me  free, 
And  sing  and,  shout  redeeming  grace, 

Through  all  eternity. 


o 


120.     CM.     Enlarged. 
Desiring  the  promised  land. 
N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 


And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie : 
O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields,  array'd  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

2  There  generous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow : 
There  rocks,  and  brooks,  and  hills,  and  vales, 

With  milk  and  honey  flow  : 
Oer  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God,  the  Sun,  for  ever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

3  No  chilling  winds,  nor  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more  : 
When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest? 


. 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.  121 

4  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  iiv/  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I  'd  launch  away ; 
With  joy  exchange  all  earthly  things, 

For  God's  eternal  love  : 
Ye  angel  bands,  expand  your  wings, 

And  bear  my  soul  above ! 

121.     CM.     Anon.  « 

The  Christian's  Home. 

JERUSALEM !  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  for  thee ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  I 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stones, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ? 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearls, 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  green, 

My  study  long  have  been ; 
Such  sparkling  light,  by  human  sight, 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

i  Jerusalem! — my  gracious  Lord! — 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence ! 

5  Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of  grace. 

And  cause  me  to  ascend 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory 's  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see  ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care, 

And  if  I  here  no  more  see  you, 

Go  on,  I  '11  meet  you  there. 


122  LONGING   FOR   HEAVEN. 

8  There  we  shall  meet,  no  more  to  part, 

And  heaven  shall  ring  with  praise ; 
While  Jesus'  love,  in  every  heart, 
Shall  tune  the  song  free  grace. 

9  Millions  of  years  around  shall  run, 

Our  song  shall  still  go  on, 
To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

122.     8. 6.     Granade. 
The  prospect  of  Heaven  is  delightful. 

SWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love, 
Lie  just  before  mine  eyes  ; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I  'd  to  those  rivers  rise  ; 
I  'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain ; 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind, 
And  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main. 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2  While  I  'm  imprison'd  here  below, 

In  anguish,  pain,  and  smart, 
Oft-times  my  troubles  I  forego, 

While  lo\  e  surrounds  my  heart : 
In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 

Faith  mounts  the  upper  sky, — 
I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight, 

And  could  rejoice  to  die. 

3  I  view  the  monster   death,  and  smile, 

For  he  has  lost  his  sting ; 
And  satari  trembles  all  the  while, 

Triumphant  I  can  sing : 
I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 

And  will  not  let  him  go  ; 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 

No  other  good  I  know 

4  A  few  more  days  or  years  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er ; 
And  I  shall  join  the  heavenly  host, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore; 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.  123 

My  happy  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

On  love's  unbounded  sea — 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest, 

Is  pleasing  news  to  me. 

5  O  come.,  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

And  bear  me  through  the  sky; 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay, — 

Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh  ! 
I  long  to  see  thy  beauteous  face, 

And   in  thy  image  shine — 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 

And  be  for  ever  thine. 

6  Then  I  shall  tune  my  harp  of  gold, 

To  praise  th'  eternal  King  ; 
In  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 

I  'II  make  his  praises  ring ; 
And  hail  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 

Who  died  on  Calvary, 
.Awid  sav'd  us  by  his  precious  blood, 

From  endless  misery ! 

7  Ten  thousand  thousand  join  in  one, 

To  praise  th'  eternal  Three; 
Prostrate  before  his  throne  they  fall, 

In  deep  humility: 
Then  rise  and  tune  their  harps  of  gold, 

And  sweep  th'  immortal  lyre, 
In  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 

They  '11  raise  his  praises  higher. 

123.     ll's.     Altered. 
The  dying  Christian  in  a  happy  frame. 

MY  soul 's  full  of  glory,  inspiring  my  tongue  ; 
Could   I   meet  with   bright  angels,  I'd  sing 
them  a  song, 
I  'd  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  his  loving  arms. 
O  Jesus  !  sweet  Jesus  !  thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
T\vas  ihoij,  my  dear  Saviour,  that  made  my  heart 


■A  & 


124  CONTENTMENT. 

0  bring  me  to  view  thee,  thou  precious  sweet  King: 
In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 

3  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  o'erpowers  my  soul, 

1  sink  in  sweet  visions  to  view  the  bright  goal, 
My  soul,  while  1  m  singing,  is  leaping  to  go, — 
This  moment,  for    Jesus    I  'd  leave  all  below. 

4  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren  ;  my  Lord  bids  me  come  ,- 
Farewell  to  all  sorrow,  I  'm  now  going  home  : 

Tho'  worms  my  poor  body  may  claim  as  their  prey, 
Twill  outshine,  when  rising,  the  sun  at  noon-day. 

5  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd — the  moonturn'd  to  blood. 
The  mountains  all  melt  at  the  presence  of  God  : 
Amid  vivid  lightnings,  and  thunder's  loud  roar, 

We  t1  ascend  to  sweet  Jesus,  to  praise  evermore. 


COKTENTMEAT. 

124.     ll's.     Altered. 

Master,  it  is  good  to  be  here  .'    Mark  ix.  5. 

RETIR'D  from  man,  in  some  lonely  recess, 
To  converse  with  God  in  the  duty  of  prayer ; 
With  fer\-ent  devotion  his  throne  I  address, 
And  feel  it  is  pleasant,  indeed,  to  be  here ! 

2  The  Bible  I  open,  my  duty  to  learn, 

And  hear  the  blest  volume  his  glory  declare, — 
Tis  Jesus  can  make  my  heart  in  me  to  burn, 
And  fill  me  with  rapture — 'tis  good  to  be  here ! 

3  With  brothers  and  sisters  in  Christ  I  unite, 

And  often  with  singing  to  Salem  repair; 
His  worship  affords  me  substantial  delight ; 

How  precious  the  season  ! — 'tis  good  to  be  here 

4  When  some  sore  affliction  deprives  me  of  rest, 

And  Satan's  temptations  exhibit  despair ; 
If  then  with  the  smile  of  my  God  I  am  blest, 
'Tis  sweet  conversation — 'tis  good  to  be  here! 

5  When  some  Christian  brother,  whose  heart  burn^ 

with  love, 
By  sweet  consolation  dispels  gloomy  fear, 


CONTENTMENT.  125 

And  shows  me  the  worth  of  my  treasure  above, 
How  charming  the  prospect !  'tis  good  to  be  here  ! 

6  How  oft  when  thick  darkness  my  way  doth  surround, 
And  I  unto  Salem  for  worship  repair, 
While  hearing  the  gospel,  how  blissful  the  sound  ! 
My  heart  burns  within  me — 'tis  good  to  be  here1 

125.    8.  8.  6.    Harrison. 
Contentment ;  or,  the  world  renounced. 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 
The  things  I  lov'd  before  ; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  soul-reviving  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  blooming  health, 
Of  ease  and  plenty,  fruits  of  wealth, 

For  these  have  all  their  snares ; 
Let  me  but  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  see  my  name  enroll'd  in  heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  towers, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bowers, 

For  these  are  trifling  things  ; 
The  little  room  for  me  design'd, 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  sumptuous  feasts  and  gaudy  dress, 

Extravagance  and  waste; 
My  little  table,  only  spread 
With  simple  herbs  and  wholesome  bread, 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

5  Give  me  the  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

And  faith  to  trust  the  word  ; — 
I  'd  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 
And  urge  no  company  to  stay, 

Nor  wish  to  rove  abroad. 


126,  127  CONTENTMENT. 

126.     10.  11.    Anon. 
The  vanity  of  the  world. 
TELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 


O 


The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er: 
A  country  I  've  found,  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I  'm  delermin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  No  mortal  doth  know  what  Christ  can  bestow, 
What  life,  strength  and  comfort — go  after  him,  go! 
So  onward  1  move  to  meet  him  above — 

None  knows  how  delightful  my  journey  shall  prove 

3  Great  spoils  I  shall  win,  from  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
'Midst  outward  afflictions  have  comfort  within: 
And  still,  which  is  best,  1,  in  his  dear  breast, 

As  at  the  beginning,  find  pardon  and  rest 

4  When  I  am  to  die,  receive  me,  I  '11  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why; 
But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 

He  '11  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 

5  In  praises  we  '11  meet,  and  harmony  sweet — 
All  glory  to  Jesus!  I  '11  then  be  complete. 
This  blessing  be  mine,  through  favour  divine, 
And  O,  my  Redeemer !  the  glory  be  thine. 

127.     P.  M.     Altered. 
Submission  to  Providence. 

INFINITE  goodness  teaches  us  submission, 
Bids  us  be  quiet  under  all  his  dealings  ; 
Never  repining,  but  for  ever  praising 
God  our  Creator. 
2  Well  may  we  praise  him,  all  his  ways  are  perfect, 
With  a  resplendence  infinitely  glorious, 
Dazzling  in  glory  on  the  sight  of  mortals 
Struck  blind  by  lustre. 
*  Good  is  Jehovah  in  bestowing  sunshine, 
No  less  his  goodr.fss  in  the  storm  and  thunder: 
Mercies  and' judgments,  both  proceed  from  kindness, 
Infinite  kindness. 


AFFLICTION.  128 

M  Clouds  and  thick  darkness,  though  his  throne  sur- 
rounding, 
Teach  us,  like  Moses,  to  approach  and  tremble : 
Light  from  his  presence,  like  resplendent  sunbeams, 
Breaks  lhrough  and  cheers  us. 

5  Then  to  the  wisdom  of  my  Lord  and  Master, 
I  will  commit  all  that  I  have  or  wish  for; 
Sweetly  as  babes  sleep  Will  I  give  my  life  up. 
When  call'd  to  yield  it. 


AFFLICTION. 

128.     8.  7.     Pearce. 
Afflictions  bring  us  nearer  to  God. 

IN  the  floods  of  tribulation, 
While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 
Jesus  whispers  consolation, 

And  supports  my  fainting  soul: 
Thus  tbe  lion  yields  me  honey, 
From  the  eater  food  is  given ; 
Strengthens!  thus,  I  thus  press  forward, 
Singing  as  I  wade  to  heaven. 

2  'Mid  the  gloom  the  vivid  lightnings 

With  increased  brightness  play  ; 
And,  of  nights,  the  darkest  season 

Oft  precedes  the  dawn  of  day: 
Thus,  in  darkest  dispensations, 

Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear, 
With  his  richest  consolations, 

To  reanimate  and  cheer. 

3  Floods  of  tribulation  heighten, 

Billows  still  around  me  roar  ; 
Those  that  know  not  Christ,  they  frighten, 

But  my  soul  defies  their  power: 
In  the  sacred  page  recorded, 

Thus  \\h  word  securely  stands, — 
'  Fear  not,  I  'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 

« Nought  shall  pluck  thee  from  my  hand*' 


129  AFFLICTION. 

4  All  I  meet  I  find  assists  me 

In  the  path  to  heavenly  joy, 
Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me, 

Trials  never  more  annoy ; 
Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 

I  the  path  shall  ne'er  forget ; 
But,  reflect  on  how  it  led  me 

To-my  blessed  Saviour's  feet. 

129.     CM.     Newton. 
The  Prodigal  Son.    Luke  x v.  11 — 24. 

AFFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  severe, 
In  mercy  oft  are  sent ; 
They  stopp'd  the  prodigal's  career. 

And  fore'd  him  to  repent; 
Although  he  no  relentings  felt 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

2  '  What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,'  he  said. 

'  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 
'  My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 

'  While  I  am  starving  here : 
'I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

'  And  fall  before  his  face ; 
'  Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 

'  I  '11  seek  a  servant's  place. 

3  His  father  saw  him  coming  back, 

And  look'd,  and  ran,  and  smil'd ; 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 

Of  his  rebellious  child  ; 
' Father,  I've  sinn'd — but,  O  forgive' — 

'  Enough,'  the  father  said, 
'  Rejoice,  my  house — my  son 's  alive, 

'  For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead ! 

4  '  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

'  Go  spread  the  news  around  ; 

'  My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 

'  Was  lost,  but  now  is  found.' 


DEATH.  130,  131 

Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  grace  re\  eals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home  ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 

And  bids  the  needy  come. 

130.     lis.     Altered. 
The  presence  of  God  makes  affliction  UghL 

MY  Jesus !  I  pray  thee  to  be  ever  near, 
O  grant  me  thy  presence,  and  nought  shall  I 
tear; 
Although  I'm  afflicted  and  tortur'd  with  pain, 
This  balm  shall  support  me — I  will  not  complain. 

2  Let  all  thv  good  pleasure  be  done  unto  me, 
And  make  me  submissive,  my  Lord,  unto  thee ; 
And  while  in  the  furnace,  if  thou  wilt  sustain. 
And  draw  me  unto  thee,  I  will  not  complain. 

3  New  mould  my  affections,  and  fix  them  above, 
Attract  all  my  actions  by  motives  of  love ; 

And  then,  should  affliction  convulse  all  my  frame, 
My  God,  I'll  adore  thee,  and  will  not  complain 

4  The  time  's  fast  approaching,  my  body  shall  rest — 
Be  free  from  affliction,  and  all  my  distress ; — 
My  soul,  unencumber'd  by  this  mortal  frame, 
Shall  rise  up  to  Jesus,  no  more  to  complain. 


DEATH. 


131.     L.  M.     Relief  Hymns. 
The  Great  Journey. 

BEHOLD  the  path  that  mortals  tread 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead ! 
Nor  will  the  fleeting  moments  stay, 
Nor  can  we  measure  back  our  wav. 
2  Our  kindred  and  our  friends  are  gone, 
And  soon  their  doom  will  be  our  own  ; 
Feeble  as  theirs  our  mortal  frame, 
The  same  our  wav — our  house  the  same. 


132  DEATH. 

3  From  vital  air,  from  cheerful  light, 
To  the  cold  grave's  perpetual  night, 
From  scenes  of  duty,  means  of  grace, 
Must  we  to  God's  tribunal  pass ! 

4  Important  journey!  awful  view. 

How  great  the  change !  the  scenes  how  new 
The  gate  of  heaven  or  hell  display'd — 
The  realms  of  light,  or  gloomy  shade ! 

5  Awake  !  my  soul,  for  death  prepare, 
And  lose  in  this  each  mortal  care ; 
With  steady  feet  that  path  be  trod, 
Which  through  the  grave  conducts  to  God. 

6  Jesus,  to  thee  my  all  I  trust, 

And  if  thou  call  me  down  to  dust, 
Give  me  to  know  thy  voice  and  hand, 
And  die  in  peace  at  thy  command. 

132.     8.  6.    Wesley's  Coll. 
The  Serious  Concern. 

IVTO  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
1  >l    For  worldly  hope  or  worldly  care, 

If  life  is  but  a  span  ; 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  shall  soon 
Pronounce  the  everlasting  doom 

Of  every  child  of  man ! 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
.While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve 

And  props  this  house  of  clay ! 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch,  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day ! 

3  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath. 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies ! 
How  make  my  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  mil  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies 


133 


4  Jesus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray ; 
Be  thou  ray  guide,  be  thou  my  way, 

To  glorious  happiness ! 
O,  write  forgiveness  on  my  heart, 
And  whensoever  I  henco  depart, 
Bid  me  depart  in  peace ! 

133.     L.  M.    Anon. 
The  time  of  my  departure  is  at  hand.  2  Tim.  iv.  6. 

THE  time  draws  nigh,  I  must  go  home, 
Resign  my  body  to  the  tomb ; 
I  leave  you  all  in  Jesus'  arms, 
Whose  bosom  bears  the  tender  lambs. 

2  He  saw  me  wandering  far  from  God,   ' 
He  call'd  me  oft  and  very  loud, 

Till  by  th'  entreaties  of  his  tongue, 

He  rous'd  my  heart  and  brought  me  home. 

3  He 's  kept  me  safe  these  many  years, 
Sometimes  thro'  hope,  sometimes  thro'  fears, 
Sometimes  my  soul  would  mount  on  high, 
Like  warbling  larks  towards  the  sky. 

4  Sometimes  I  'm  like  the  lonesome  dove, 
Mourning,  she  flies  through  all  the  grove : 
With  notes  of  grief  I  then  complain, 
Till  my  dear  Lord  returns  again. 

5  My  sun  has  past  the  meridian  line, 
My  body  's  to  the  dust  inclined, 
But  still  my  mind  moves  gently  on, 
To  meet  my  Lord  upon  his  throne. 

6  Then  fly,  my  sun,  fast  to  the  west, 
Since  I  shall  be  with  Jesus  blest, 
And  join  the  song  near  to  the  throne, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  ne'er  are  known. 

7  Farewell,  my  brethren,  all  in  pain, 
The  Lord  who  hears  you  oft  complain, 
Your  darkness  soon  will  turn  to  day, 
And  chase  your  doubts  and  fears  away. 

T 


134  DEATH. 

8  Farewell,  dear  people,  whom  I  love, 
Prepare  to  meet  me  soon  above, 
Where  we  shall  join  to  sing  and  tell, 
How  Jesus  saved  our  souls  from  hell. 

9  There  we  shall  be  with  Jesus  blest, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  rest, 

On  golden  harps  to  sing  and  tell 
Redemption  thro'  Emanuel. 


134.   Anon. 
The  rapid  flight  of  time,  and  the  solemnities  of  eternity. 
Y  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 


M 


Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Arouncl  the  steady  pole. 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  the  boundless  deeps 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between! 

And  whisper  as  they  fly — 
'  Unthinking  man,  remember  this, — 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss. 

That  thou  must  gasp  and  die.' 

3  My  soul  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  extensive  blue, 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  Eternal  bliss  or  endless  woe, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below — 

On  this  precarious  breath  ; 
The  God  of  nature  only  knows, 
Whether  another  year  shall  close 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 


134 


5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  his  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground. 

And  friends  the  loss  deplore ; 
Alas  !  one  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between 

My  name  be  heard  no  more. 

6  But  shall  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  : — 
No,  my  immortal  cannot  die : 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend  ? 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear, 
To  drag  thee  down  to  keen  despair 

Beyond  the  reach  of  grace. 

8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known  ; 

There  is  no  middle  state. 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  O  !  do  not  pass  this  life  in  dreams  : 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seems, 

To  poor  unthinking  men ! 
Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow, 
Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now 

What  it  must  tell  me  then. 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  that  better  way 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  : 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 

Such  as  I  would  not  die. 


138,  136  SINNERS   WARNED. 

SINNERS  WARNED. 

135.    L.  M.    Altered. 

Young  people  expostulated  vrith  to  come  to  Christ. 

MY  youthful  friends,  to  ruin  bound, 
Amid  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  seek  to  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

2  To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice  ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

3  Say,  would  you  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
Come  to  the  Saviour,  in  him  trust : 
From  guilt  and  pain  would  you  be  free  I 
Flee  from  your  sins,  to  Jesus  flee. 

4  [If  we  must  leave  you  bound  to  hell, 
Resolv'd  with  foulest  fiends  to  d  well, 
To  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on 

And  sink  in  endless  ruin  down ; — 

5  If  you  're  determin'd  not  to  pray, 
And  put  far  off  the  evil  day, 
Farewell,  my  friends,  a  long  farewell, 
For  I  'm  resolv'd  with  Christ  to  dwell.] 

6  And  since  his  love  is  still  the  same, 
I  once  more  ask  you  in  his  name, 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  f 

136.    8.8.8.8.7.    Altered. 
Opposers  expostulated  with. 

WHILE  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings, 
And  veil  their  faces  with  their  wings ; 
Each  saint  on  earth  his  Jesus  sings, 
And  joins  to  praise  the  King  of  kings, 
That  sav'd  his  soul  from  ruin. 


SINNERS   WARNED.  136 

2  But  sinners  fond  of  earthly  toys. 
Mock  and  deride,  while  saints  rejoice  ; 
They  close  their  ears  at  Jesus'  voice ; 
They  make  the  world  and  sin  their  choice, 

And  force  (heir  way  to  ruin. 

3  The  preachers  warn  them  night  and  day; 
For  them  the  Christians  weep  and  pray : 
But  sinners  laugh  ami  turn  away, 

And  join  the  wicked,  vain,  and  gay, 
And  throng  Ihe  road  to  ruin. 

4  Sometimes  by  preaching  sinners  see 
They  're  doonfd  to  hell  and  misery  ; 
To  turn  to  God  they  then  agree. 
But  O!  'tis  wicked  company 

That  leads  them  on  to  ruin. 

5  Sometimes,  when  nothing  else  will  do, 
Affliction  will  his  danger  show, 

And  bring  the  haughty  sinner  low  ; 
Then  he  '11  repent,  and  pray,  and  vow 
To  leave  the  road  to  ruin. 

6  In  dreadful  visions  of  the  night, 
The  Lord  doth  guilty  souls  affright 
They  tremble  at  the  awful  sight, 
But  often  with  the  morning  light 

Pursue  the  road  to  ruin. 

7  When  every  way  is  tried  in  vain — 
No  more  the  Spirit  strives  with  man — 
The  blow  is  struck — the  sinner 's  slain — 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 

He  sinks  to  endless  ruin. 

8  O  sinners,  turn — long  time  you  've  stood 
Oppos'd  to  God  and  all  that 's  good  : 
Lay  down  your  arms,  submit  to  God, 
And  thus  be  sav'd,  through  Jesus'  blood 

From  sin  and  endless  ruin. 


137,  138  JUDGMENT. 

137.     ll's.     Christian  Lyre. 
Turn  ye!   why  will  you  die? 

OTURN,  guilty  sinners,  O  why  will  you  die, 
When  God  in  his  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  Now  Jesus  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive ; 
O  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome, — he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  wealth,  and  in  pleasure  what  can  you  obtain 
To  soothe  in  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirits  when  summon'd  to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  on  air? 
There  's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare ; — 
If  still  you  are  fearing,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

6  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your  heart, 
And  trusting  in  heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 

O  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  Why  wall  you  not  come ' 
We  '11  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at  home. 


JUDGMENT. 


A 


138.     8.6.    Altered. 
The  end  of  time. 
RISE  and  shine,  O  Zion,  fair, 


Behold  thy  light  is  come ; 
Thy  glorious  conq'ring  King  is 
To  take  his  exiles  home : 


JUDGMENT.  138 

The  trumpet 's  thund'ring  through  the  skies, 

To  set  poor  captives  liee  ; 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  come, 

The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds  blow  the  trumpet  loud, 

Throughout  the  earth  and  sky  ; 
Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  judgment 's  nigh  ! 
Enthron'd  on  clouds  the  Judge  descends, 

Inviting  saints  to  come, 
And  angels  whisper  us  away 

To  their  eternal  home. 

3  '  Arise !  ye  nations,  from  the  tomb, 

•  Before  the  Judge  appear!' 
All  tongues  and  languages  must  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
Blow  out  the  sun,  bum  up  the  earth, 

Consume  the  rolling  flood  ; 
Let  nature  groan  in  pangs  of  death — 

The  moon  be  turn'd  to  blood  ! 

4  The  joyful  news  of  gospel  grace, 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er ; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more  : 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
They  join  with  all  the  heavenly  hosts, 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 

5  Behold  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

With  glory  in  his  view  ; 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu ! 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around, 

And  loth  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 

6  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I  hope  to  meet  you  there  ; 


jy  JUDGMENT. 

Although  you  tread  ettahanted  ground, 

Be  told,  and  never  iear; 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conquering  souls, 

The  heavenly  land  's  in  view"; 
I  soon  shall  gain  fair  Canaan's  shore, 

And  hope  to  meet  with  you. 

139.   8.8.6.   Altered. 
The  trump  of  JubU.ee. 

WHAT  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear? 
Methinks  the  jub'lee  trump  1  hear  — 
Long  look'd  for  now  is  come — 
It  shakes  the  heaven,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
Proclaims  the  year  of  jubilee, 
Return,  ye  exiles,  home. 

2  Behold  !  the  new  Jerusalem, 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  doth  appear ! 
Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tomb, 
To  meet  the  Bridegroom,  now  he's  come, 

And  hail  the  jub'lee  year. 

3  King  Jesus  takes  her  to  his  arms  ; 
Transported  with  his  heavenly  charms, 

She  thus  begins  to  sing  ; 
1  From  sins,  and  cares,  and  sighs,  and  pains, 
'  I  rise,  where  joy  immortal  reigns, 

'  To  view  the  rosy  Spring.' 

4  As  larks  and  linnets  sweetly  sing, — 
And  hills  and  valleys  round  them  ring — 

'Scap'd  from  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
A  thousand  years  she  here  shall  dwell, 
And  sing  while  Satan  's  chain'd  in  hell, 

Which  ends  the  jub'lee  year. 
The  seventh  trumpet  we  shall  hear, 
A  g/eat  white  throne  shall  then  appear, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round  ; 
An  angel  turns  the  moon  to  blood, 
Puts  out  the  sun,  consumes  the  flood, 

And  burns  the  solid  ground. 


JUDGMENT.  140 

6  Arise,  ye  nations,  and  come  forth ! 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north, 

Behold  the  Judge  is  come! 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  breast ! 
Compell'd  to  stand  the  solemn  test, 

And  hear  the  final  doom  ! 

7  'Depart,  ye  cars'd  !  go  down  to  hell, 

'  With  howling  fiends  lor  ever  dwell, 

1  No  more  to  see  my  face  ' 
'My  solemn  warnings  you  withstood, 
'  You  set  at  nought  my  precious  blood 

'  And  scoff'd  at  sovereign  grace.' 

8  See  parents  anu  their  children  part! 
Some  shout  for  joy,  some  bleed  in  heart — 

No  more  to  meet  again . 
In  fiery  chariots  Zion  flies, 
And  quickly  gains  the  upper  skies 

On  Canaan's  dazzling  plain. 

9  My  soul  is  struggling  to  be  there, 
I  long  to  rise  and  wing  the  air, 

And  trace  the  heavenly  road — 
Adieu !  adieu,  all  earthly  things  ! 
O  that  I  had  an  angel's  wings, 

I  'd  quickly  see  my  God  ! 

140.    8.8.6.    Anon. 
Lunging  for  a  place  at  the  right  hand  of  the  Judge. 

WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall  come 
To  take  thy  ransom'd  people  home. 
Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  T, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 
2  I  love  to  meet  amongst  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 
Though  vilest  of  them  all: — 
How  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 
When  thou  for  them  shalt  eall  ? 
T2 


.141  MEETING    AND    PARTING. 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ! 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  ray  hiding-place 

In  that  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  O !  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

And  teach  me  the  right  way. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
When  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 
That  I  thy  lofty  praise  may  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 


MEETING  AND  PARTING. 

141.   7's.    Leland. 
How  do  you  do  ? 

BRETHREN,  I  am  come  again, 
Let  us  join  to  pray  and  sing  ; 
Joseph  lives,  and  Jesus  reigns, 
Praise  him  in  the  highest  strains. 

2  [Many  days  and  weeks  have  past 
Since  we  met  together  last, 

Yet  our  lives  do  still  remain, 
Here  on  earth  we  meet  again. 

3  Many  of  our  friends  are  gone 
To  their  long  eternal  home; 
We  are  waiting  here  below, 
Soon  we  after  them  shall  go.] 

4  Brethren,  tell  me  how  you  do ; 
Does  your  love  continue  true  ? 
Are  you  waiting  for  your  King, 
When  he  shall  return  again  ? 

5  If  you  wish  to  know  of  me, 
How  I  am,  or  what  I  be, — 
Here  I  am,  behold  who  will, 
Sure  I  am  a  sinner  still : — 


MEETING   AND  PARTING.  1. 

6  Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  lame, 
All  unhoty,  all  unclean ; 
Yet  I  would  from  sin  be  free, 
And  the  Lord  remembers  me. 

112.     P.M.    Tune  —  Vernon. 
A  Social  or  Union  Meeting  Hymn. 
"  TT| RAW  nigh  to  us,  Jehovah, 

JLr  «  In  our  social  meeting ; 
"  In  this  propitious  hour, 
" O  may  we  ieel  thy  power, 
"In  our  social  meeting!" 

2  Draw  nigh,  thou  blessed  Jesus, 

In  our  social  meeting ; 
[n  mercv  now  revive  us. 
In  mercy,  Lord,  revive  us, 

In  this  social  meeting. 

3  Draw  nigh,  Almighty  Spirit, 

In  our  social  meeting, 
Reveal  the  blessed  Jesus, 
O  melt,  renew,  and  cleanse  us, 

In  this  social  meeting. 

4  0  Falher,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Bless  our  social  meeting; 
In  Christ  the  Mediator, 
Unite  us  all  together. 

In  this  social  meeting. 

5  Draw  us  to  thee,  Jehovah, 

In  our  social  meeting ; 
Give  us  to  feel  in  union, 
O  grant  us  sweet  communion, 

In  this  social  meeting. 

143.     ll's.     Anon. 
Affectionate  parting  of  brethren. 

WITH  gladness,  dear  brethren,  we  met  at  this 
place, 
To  speak  and  to  hear  of  God's  rich  and  free  grace 
For  all  that  are  needy,  afflicted  and  poor, 
The  Saviour  has  balsam  and  riches  in  store. 


144  MEETING    AND   PARTING. 

2  If  hungry  and  thirsty,  and  burden'd  with  guilt, 
For  you,  the  dear  Saviour,  his  blood  freely  spilt : 
If  naked  and  wounded,  just  ready  lo  die, 

He  waits,  from  his  fullness,  your  wants  to  supply. 

3  You  're  welcome,  poor  sinners,  no  longer  delay, 
The  gospel  invites  you  to  Jesus  to-day; 

If  you  are  but  willing  you  need  not  to  doubt, 
For  those  that  come  to  him  he  will  not  cast  out. 

4  On  parting,  my  brethren,  I  give  you  my  hand, 
In  token  of  friendship,  that  uniting  band, 
Since  we  here  together  no  longer  can  stay, 
Be  sure  you  continue  devoutly  to  pray. 

5  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  belov'd  of  the  Lord, 
The  footsteps  of  Jesus  you  '11  find  in  his  word  ; 
Then  follow  your  Leader  wherever  he  goes, 
Stand  fast  and  unshaken  whatever  oppose. 

6  The  time  'tis  approaching  when  Christ  shall  appear, 
In  glory,  and  then  all  his  saints  shall  be  there, 

No  fear  then  of  parting,  or  grief  or  complaint, 
Shall  ever  be  heard  from  the  tongue  of  a  saint. 

7  But  praise  and  thanksgiving  shall  be  our  employ 
Our  souls  always  feasting,  yet  never  shall  cloy, — 
New  scenes  then  unfolding,  new  joys  will  afford, 
All  glory  and  honour,  and  praise  to  the  Lord. 

144.     L.  M.     Anon. 
The  parting  hand. 

MY  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove  ; 
Your  friendship 's  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  mine  ear. 

Yet  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray, 


MKETI.NtS    AND    PARTING.  114 

How  loth  are  we  to  leave  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  lace  ! 

4  O,  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  drooping  mind  ! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand, 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  And  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 

■  We  must  be  parted  for  a  while, 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 
We  '11  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

6  My  youthful  friends  in  Christian  ties, 
Who  seek  foj  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Fight  on,  we  '11  gain  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting  will  be  known  no  more. 

7  How  oft  I  've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears ! 
Your  hearts  with  love  were  seen  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we  '11  meet  again. 

8  Ye  mourning  souls,  lift  up  your  eyes 
To  glorious  mansions  in  the  skies ; 
O,  trust  his  grace  : — in  Canaan's  land 
We  '11  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

9  And  now,  my  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
I  hope  in  Christ  you  '11  still  go  on, 

And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 
O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  I  hope  you  '11  all  remember  me, 
If  you  on  earth  no  more  I  see, 

An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

11  O,  glorious  day  !  O,  blessed  hope  ! 
My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  on  that  happy,  happy  land, 
We  '11  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 


145,  146 


FAREWELL. 


145.  P.M.     Anon. 
The  Pilgrim's  farewell 

FAREWELL,  my  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
I  have  no  home  nor  stay  with  you ; 
I  '11  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  can  view  ; 
I  '11  march  to  Canaan's  land,, 

I  '11  rest  on  Canaan's  shore  ; 
Where  pleasures  never  end, 

And  parting  is  no  more :  •  * 

Farewell,  my  loving  iriends,  farewell ! 

2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along,' 

Nor  waits  for  mortal  cares  or  bliss ; 
I  '11  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I  'm  bound  with  cords  of  love  ; 
If  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
We  all  ere  long  shall  meet  above. 

4  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 

Sore  conflicts  yet  remain  for  you ; 
But  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  fertile  land  you  view. 

5  Farewell,  old  suldiers  of  the  Cross, 

You  've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven  ; 
You  've  counted  all  things  here  but  loss — 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

6  Farewell,  poor  graceless  sinners,  too, 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here! 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you — 
O  turn  and  see  salvation  near  ! 

146.  ll's.    Altered. 
The  Minister's  farewell. 

AJND  now,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you  farewell, 
I  'm  going  to  travel,  glad  tidings  to  tell, 
I  'm  going  to  travel  this  wilderness  through, 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you  adieu 


FAREWELL.  147 

2  May  heaven  protect  you,  be  Jesus  your  guide, 
On  the  walls  of  fair  Zion  may  we  still  abide  ; 
Though  we  live  at  a  distance,  and  you  I  ne'er  see, 
On  th'  banks  of  cold  Jordan  acquainted  we  '11  be. 

3  There  all  things  are  plenty,  like  Eden  in  bloom, 
To  those  blissful  mansions  no  sorrow  can  come, 
No  sin  or  temptation  shall  enter  that  place, 
But  there  we  shall  join  in  a  song  of  free  grace. 

4  Farewell  to  all  sorrow,  temptation  and  pain, 
I  'm  going  to  Jesus,  for  ever  to  reign  ; 

1  'm  going  to  Jesus,  'tis  him  I  adore, 

With  saints  and  bright  angels  to  dwell  evermore. 

5  Live  near  to  the  Saviour,  be  fervent  in  prayer, 
And  while  1  am  absent  remember  me  there ; 
That  Jesus  his  gospel  would  crown  with  success, 
And  my  poor  exertions  to  thousands  would  bless. 

6  And  when  we  meet  Jesus  in  the  mansions  above, 
Where  saints  and  bright  seraphs  are  fill'd  with  his  love, 
O,  then,  I  shall  look  for  these  mourners  now  here, 
How  glad  we  shall  be  to  meet  each  other  there  ! 

147.     7.  6.     Anon. 
The  love  of  Christ  constraineth  us. 

WHILE  in  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
I  travel  on  in  pain, 
My  heart  is  hVd  on  Jesus, 

I  feel  him  form'd  within ; 
But  when  I  come  to  bid  adieu 

To  those  I  dearly  love, 
My  heart  is  often  melted, 
It  is  the  grief  of  love. 

2  I  'm  on  my  way  to  glory, 

By  faith  I  look  above, 
And  view  a  smiling  Jesus, 

Which  fills  my  soul  with  love  ; 
'Tis  this  that  so  "constrains  me, 

Poor  sinners  to  persuade, 
I  'm  bound  to  do  my  duty, 

Though  they  should  not  be  sav'd. 


150  MISCELLANIES. 

3  Be  with  me  in  thy  house  to-day, 

And  tune  my  heart  to  praise  and  pray ; 
Command  thy  word  to  tall  like  dew, 
Refreshing,  quickening  all  anew. 

4  Command  my  thoughts — teach  them  to  rove 
O'er  the  green  pastures  of  thy  love ; 

And  let  not  sin  prevent  my  rest, 
Nor  keep  my  Saviou.r  from  my  breast. 

5  Give  to  thy  church  a  large  increase ; 
Send  her  prosperity  and  peace ; 

Let  trembling  mourners  join  to  bless 
The  triumphs  of  abounding  grace. 

150.     7's.  Cowper. 
The  Refuge. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high. 

2  Hide  me,0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide — 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

3  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support,  and  comfort  me. 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is»stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring — 
Cover  my  defenceless  head, 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

5  Just,  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile,  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth,  and  grace. 
G  Plenteous  grace  in  thee  is  found — 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make,  and  keep  me  pure  within. 


MISCELLANIES.  151 

7  Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art — 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart — 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 


151.     P.  M.  Newton. 
Sinners  Warned. 
TOP,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  farther  go ; 


s 

Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting' woe  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd ! 

O  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 

For,  unless  you  warning  take, 

Ere  you  are  aware  you  '11  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Sa^,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim? — 
Earth  and  skies  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame ! 

3  Ghastly  death  will  shortly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar, 
There  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair : 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  deepest  crimson  dye, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  can  you  then  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 
God,  at  length,  wdl  make  you  feel, 
He  will  not  let  you  pass : 


152  MISCELLANIES. 

Sinners  then  in  vain  shall  call — 
Though  they  now  despise  the  grace — 

Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face  ! 

5  But  there  is  a  blessed  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know ; 
Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  Mow, 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died — 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come : 
None  that  come  shall  be.denied — 

He  says — "  there  still  is  room." 

152.    Anon. 
Behold,  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock,  Rev.  in.  20 

NOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart, 
Now  in  heaven  he 's  interceding 
On  the  burden'd  sinner's  part. 

2  Come,  behold  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day ; 
Turn,  O  turn  and  seek  his  favor, 
Now 's  the  time,  no  more  delay. 

3  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 

Bid  your  Saviour  welcome  in ; 

Now  believe,  receive,  adore  him, — 

Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 

4  Now  he  's  waiting-  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee ; 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 

5  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready, 

Yes,  there  's  room  for  many  more ; 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame,  ye  needy, 
Come  to  this  exhaustless  store. 


MISCELLANIES.  153,   154 

153.     ll's.  Altered. 
Sinners  unrned,  and  invited 

AWAKE !  careless  sinners,  believe  and  obey, 
The  gospel  of  Jesus  invites  you  to-day  ; 
Come,  now  be  entreated  to  turn  from  your  sin, 
Wait  not  till  to-morrow  before  you  begin. 

2  O  why  will  you  tarry  till  conscience  is  sear'd  ? 
And  why  by  the  tempter  be  farther  ensnar'd  ? 
While  Jesus  invites  you  a  crown  to  obtain, 
Say  not,  I  to-morrow  will  hear  thee  again. 

3  Of  all  hell's  devices  poor  souls  to  decoy, 
'Tis  procrastination  the  most  doth  destroy  ; 
.Now,  now  is  the  season,  then  no  longer  wait, 
To-morrow,  poor  sinner,  it  may  be  too  late. 

4  Dear  mourners,  don't  linger — obey  the  sweet  voice 
Of  Jesus,  and  in  him  believe  and  rejoice, — 
Chonse  him  for  your  portion — resign  all  below, 
Unite  with  his  children,  and  heaven-ward  go, 

154.     8.  7.  4.    Hart 
Come,  and  welcome,  to  Jesus  Christ,  Isa.  iv.  1 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondiy  dream ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requires, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall  ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all  : 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


.155  MISCELLANIES. 

4  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ; 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

'It  is  finish'd!' 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

5  Lo!  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

6  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ! 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  glory, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

155.     8.  7.  4.     Parkinson. 
God  is  able  and  uilling. 

COME,  dear  brethren  in  the  Saviour, 
Though  we  're  few  let 's  not  despair 
Jesus  able  is  to  favour  ; 
Fly  to  him  with  every  care  : 

He  is  able,  he  is  able, 
Zion's  drooping  head  to  rear. 

2  If  but  two  or  three  remaining, 
Meet  for  prayer,  he  's  in  the  midst ; 
Let  us  then,  without  complaining, 
Wait  till  he  shall  us  increase  ; 

He  is  able,  he  is  able, 
Soon  he  '11  make  our  sorrows  cease. 

3  By  him  stars  and  spheres  were  framed, 
Light  and  darkness  Jesus  made; 
From  their  graves  the  dead  he  raised, 
Shall  not  his  redeem'd  be  sav'd? 

He  is  able,  he  is  able, 
To  bestow  what  we  have  crav'd. 


MISCELLANIES.  156 

4  Well,  my  friends,  since  Christ  is  able, 
Of  his  will  we  dare  not  doubt. 
Since  for  all  the  Father  gave  him, 
Full  salvation  he  wrought  out : 

Sure  he  never,  sure  he  never, 
Spilt  his  precious  blood  for  naught. 

5  Let  us  love,  adore,  and  praise  him, 
As  the  Lord  our  righteousness, — 
Own  him  in  our  whole  behavior, 
Singing,  '  we  are  sav'd  by  grace,' 

Till  in  heaven,  till  in  heaven 
He  shall  give  us  all  a  place. 

156.     8's.     Miss  Harrison. 
Doubts  dispersed. 

AWAY,  my  doubts,  begone,  my  fear, 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  appear ; 
The  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought, 
O,  how  delightful  is  the  thought ! 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love. 
When  first  my  heart  was  drawn  above, 
When  first  I  saw  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  triumph'd  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

2  Pursue,  my  thoughts,  this  pleasing  theme, 
'Twas  not  a  fancy,  nor  a  dream ; 

'Twas  grace  descending  from  the  skies, 
And  shall  be  marv'llous  in  mine  eyes  ; 
Long  had  I  mourn'd  like  one  forgot, 
Long  had  my  soul  for  comfort  sought  ; 
Jesus  was  witness  to  my  tears, 
And  Jesus  sweetly  calm'd  my  fears : — 

3  He  cleans'd  my  soul,  he  chang'd  my  dress, 
And  cloth'd  me  with  his  righteousness; 
He  spake,  at  once,  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  I  rejoie'd,  as  if  in  heaven; 
How  was  I  struck  with  sweet  surprise, 
While  glory  shone  before  mine  eyes ! 
How  did  1  sing  from  day  to  day, 
And  wish'd  to  sing  my  soul  away ! 


157  MISCELLANIES. 

4  The  world,  with  all  its  pomp,  withdrew, 
'Twas  less  than  nothing  in  ray  view; 
Redeeming  love  was  all  my  theme, 
And  life  appeared  an  idle  dream; 

I  gloried  in  my  Saviour's  grace, 
I  sung  my  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
My  soul  then  long'd  to  soar  away, 
And  leave  her  tenement  of  clay. 

5  The  powers  of  hell  in  vain  combin'd 
To  tempt  or  interrupt  my  mind ; 

I  saw,  and  sung  in  joyful  strains, 
The  monster  Satan  held  in  chains : — 
These  are  the  wonders  I  record ; 
The  marv'llous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
O  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise, 
And  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace ! 

157.     8's.     Rippoiis  Selection. 
Trust  amid  darkness,  Hab.  iii.  17,  18. 

AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear ! 
Let  fear  in  me  no  more  take  place 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face  ; 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  no  ! 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  with'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil — 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, — 

And  perish  ail  the  bleating  race ; 
Yet,  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord — 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise ! 

3  Away,  my  unbelieving  fear ! 

Let  fear  to  cheering  hope  give  place ; 
My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 
And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face : 


MISCELLANIES.  158 

Though  now  my  prospects  all  be  cross'd, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  \  see, 
Still  will  I  in  my  Jesus  trust, 

Whose  boundless  love  can  reach  to  me. 

4  In  hope,  believing  against  hope, 

His  promi&'d  mercy  will  I  claim; 
His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up, 

To  seek  salvation  in  his  name  ; 
Soon,  my  dear  Saviour,  bring  it  nigh  ! 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind. 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

158.    8.  7. 
Young  soldiers  in  the  spiritual  war  encouraged. 
i  ARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert, 


D 


Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way; 
But  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 

Lie  the  realms  of  endless  day. 
Dear  young  soldiers,  do  not  murmur 

At  the  troubles  of  the  way ; 
Meet  the  tempest — fight  with  courage ; 

Never  faint,  but  often  pray. 

2  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation ; 

He  that  bids  the  planets  roll  ; 
He  that  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole — 
Jesus,  Jesus  will  defend  you; 

Trust,  in  him,  and  him  alone ; 
He  has  shed  his  blood  to  save  you, 

And  will  bring  you  to  his  throne  ; — 

3  There  on  flowery  fields  of  pleasure, 

And  the  hills  of  endless  rest, 
Joy  and  peace,  and  love,  shall  ever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast : 
There,  a  million  flaming  seraphs 

Fly  across  the  heavenly  plain  ; 
There,  they  sing  immortal  praises— 

Glory,  glory,  is  their  theme. 


159  MISCELLANIES. 

4  But,  methinks,  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  crystal  arches  ring, 
And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing : 
Who  can  paint  those  sons  of  glory, 

Kansom'd  souls  that  dwell  on  nigh, 
Who,  with  golden  harps,  for  ever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky  J 

5  See  the  heavenly  hosts  in  rapture 

Gazing  on  this  shining  band  ; 
Wondering  at  their  costly  garments, 

And  the  laurels  in  their  hand  : 
There,  upon  the  golden  pavement. 

See  the  ransom'd  march  along ! 
While  the  splendid  courts  of  glory 

Sweetly  echo  with  their  song  I 

6  Here  I  see  the  under  shepherds, 

And  their  flocks  they  fed  below ! 
Here,  with  joy,  they  dwell  together, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  now. 
Hail  ye  happy,  happy  spirits ! — 

Welcome  to  the  blissful  plain — 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

Reign,  sweet  Shepherd,  ever  reign, 

159.    11.  8.  Rippon's  Selection. 
Distinguishing  grace,  Jer.  xxxi.  3. 

IN  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praisQ, 
Ye  pilgrims,  for  Zion  who  press, 
Break  forth,  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of  days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 
§  His  love  from  eternity  fix'd  upon  you, 
Broke  forth  and  disco ver'd  its  flame, 
When  each  with  the  cords  of  his  kindness  he  drew. 
And  brought  you  to  love  his  great  name. 
3  O  had  he  not  pitied  the  state  you  were  in, 
Your  bosoms  his  love  had  ne'er  felt, 
You  all  would  have  liv'd,  would  have  died  too,  la 
sin, 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt 


B 


MISCELLANIES.  160 

4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could  merit  esteem, 

Or  give  the  Creator  delight  ? 
Twas  '  even  so,  Father!'  you  ever  must  sing, 
'  Because  it  seern'd  good  in  thy  sight.' 

5  'Twas  all  of  his  grace  we  were  brought  to  obey. 

While  others  are  suffer'd  to  go 
The  road,  which  by  nature  we  chose  as  our  way, 
Which  leads  to  the  regions  of  woe. 

6  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  his  holy  name, 

To  him  all  the  glory  belongs  ; 
Be  yours  the  high  joy  still  to  sound  forth  his  fame 
And  crown  him  in  each  of  your  songs. 

160.     7's.    Rippon's  Selection. 

Adopting  grace ;  or,  the  privileges  of  the  sons  of  God. 

LESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  ; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have : 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Now  and  in  eternity. 

2  God  did  love  them  in  his  Son, 
Long  before  the  world  begun ; 
They  the  seal  of  this  receive, 
When  in  Jesus  they  believe. 

3  They  are  justify 'd  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace ; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 

4  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace 
In  the  works  of  righteousness : 
Born  of  God,  they  hate  all  sin, 
God's  pure  word  remains  within : 

5  They  have  fellowship  with  God, 
Through  the  mediator's  blood ; 
One  with  God,  through  Jesus  one. 
Glory  is  in  them  begun : 


161  MISCELLANIES. 

6  Though  they  suffer  much  on  earth, 
Strangers  to  the  worldling's  mirth, 
Yet  they  have  an  inward  joy, 
Pleasures  which  can  never  cloy: 

7  They  alone  are  truly  blest — 

Heirs  of  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ . 
They  with  love  and  peace  are  fill'd ; 
They  are  by  his  spirit  seal'd  ; 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 

Now  and  in  eternity. 


161.     8.  7.     Altered. 
Sinners  invited  to  embrace  Salvation, 

HARK !  the  jubilee  is  sounding  ; 
Lo !  the  joyful  news  is  come ! 
Love  and  joy,  and  peace,  abounding, 
Flow  to  man  through  God  the  Son : 
Now  we  have  an  invitation 

To  the  meek  and  lowly  Lamb : 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation  ! 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2  Now  let  each  one  cease  from  sinning— 

Seek  the  Lord  without  delay; 
Christ  the  Saviour  is  beginning 

Sin  and  guilt  to  purge  away : 
Golden  moments,  we  've  neglected  ; 

O,  the  time  we  've  spent  in  vain ! 
But  the  Saviour  long  predicted, 

Now  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

3  Happy  children,  praise  your  Jesus; 

Love  and  praise  him  evermore ; 
Free  salvation  should  constrain  us 

Praise  to  sound  from  shore  to  shore  -• 
He  is  worthy  to  be  praised ; 

He  is  our  exalted  King ; 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation ! 

Let  the  saints  for  ever  sing. 


MISCELLANIES.  162,   168 

162.     Second  Part. 
Sinners  invited  and  encouraged  to  come  to  Christ. 

HARK!  the  gospel  trumpet. 's  sounding, 
Sinners  hear  the  call  and  come ; 
Christ  in  pardoning  love  abounding, 
Now  invites  the  weary  home. 

2  Though  your  crimes  have  reach'd  to  heaven, 

And  of  deepest  die  appear — 
Ask,  and  they  shall  be  forgiven, 
Seek,  and  you  shall  find  him  near. 

3  Cast  your  load  of  guilt  behind  you, 

To  the  Lord  for  mercy  flee, 
Though  the  strongest  fetters  bind  you, 
Jesus  Christ  will  make  you  free  : — ■ 

4  Free  from  hell's  eternal  prison, 

Unbelief's  tormenting  chain, 

Endless  woe  and  dire  perdition, 

Free  from  everlasting  pain. 

5  Broken  hearts,  with  guilt  distressed 

Yield  to  Christ  without  delay, 

Poor  and  needy,  lost  and  wretched, 

Come,  you  heed  not  stay  away. 

6  Hark !  ye  blind,  the  Saviour  calls  you, 

Wait  no  longer,  there  is  room, 
Cast  your  rags  of  sin  behind  you, 
Rise,  behold,  he  bids  you  come. 

7  Angels  join  with  saints  in  heaven, 

Sound  the  praise  of  his  dear  name ; 
Let  the  world  and  church  forgiven 
Echo  back  the  lofty  theme. 

163.    8.  7.    Altered. 
Mourners  invited  to  Christ. 

TREMBLING  mourners,  would-be  Christians, 
Who  are  seeking  Christ  the  Lord ; 
'Midst  your  woes  and  tribulations, 
Hear  the  gospel's  cheering  word. 


163  MISCELLANIES. 

Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 

To  a  rich  and  cosf'y  feast, 
Let  not  shame  and  pride  prevent  you, — 

Come,  the  rich  provision  taste. 

2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  case ; 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting, 

He  will  grant  you  pard'ning  grace : 
If,  like  Mary,  you  've  been  keeping 

Seven  fiends  in  your  embrace  ; 
Fly,  like  her,  to  Jesus,  weeping, 

He  will  bid  you  go  in  peace. 

3  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 

Doubting  Jesus'  pard'ning  love  ; 
Wait  before  his  temple  pleading, 

Till  the  Saviour's  bowels  move. 
Faith  and  love,  and  joy  and  pleasure, 

All  are  stor'd  in  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Mourning  hearts  shall  soon  record. 

4  If,  like  Peter,  you  are  sinking 

In  the  sea  of  unbelief; 
Wait  with  patience,  constant  praying, 

Christ  will  grant  you  sweet  relief: 
He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, — 

All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied — 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

5  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort; 

Christ  shall  guide  you  through  the  gloom ; 
Down  he  '11  send  a  heavenly  convoy, 

To  conduct  ycu  to  his  home : 
There  you  '11  spend  your  days  in  pleasure, 

Free  from  every  want  and  care — 
Come,  O  come,  my  blessed  Saviour, 

Fain  my  Spirit  would  be  there. 


MISCELLANIES.  164 

164.    7.  6.     Anon. 
The  Pilgrim  encouragedfrom  a  view  of  fas  journey's  end. 
'  f^  OOD  morning,  brother  pilgrim, 

VJT  '  What,  bound  lor  Canaan's  coast  ? 
'  March  to  the  new  Jerusalem, 
'  And  join  the  heavenly  host : 
'  Pray,  wherefore  are  you  smiling, 

1  While  tears  run  down  your  face  ? 
'  We  soon  shall  cease  from  toiling, 
'  And  reach  that  happy  place.' 

2  To  Salem  I  am  hastening 
To  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

Hark !  from  the  banks  of  Jordan, 

How  sweet  the  pilgrim's  song ! 
Mv  Jesus  there  is  pleading, 

fey  faith  I  have  this  view ; 
I  smile,  and  weep,  and  praise  him, 

And  on  my  way  pursue. 

3  If  sinners  should  despise  me, 
And  treat  me  with  disdain; 

My  former  comrades  slight  me, 

And  cast  me  off  as  mean ; 
Or  if  I  'm  tempted  sorely 

While  marching  on  this  way, 
My  Jesus  will  defend  me 

In  the  distressing  day. 

1  The  frown  of  old  companions 

We  're  willing  to  sustain, 
Their  case  we  know  is  awful, 

They  're  bound  to  endless  pain 
But  Christ,  our  lovely  Saviour, 

Our  Comforter  and  Friend, 
Preserves  us  in  all  danger, 

And  will  our  case  defend. 

5  Shall  we  not  pray  for  sinners, 
While  Jesus  fills  our  souls, 
While  he  doth  speak  within  us, 
And  love's  sweet  current  rolls  ? 


165  MISCELLANIES. 

We  'II  praise  with  every  power, 

And  sing,  and  shout  aloud, 
I'wiil  that  happy  hour 

When  we  aseend  to  God. 

6  With  streams  of  consolation 

I  'm  fiR'd,  as  with  new  wine, 
I  die  to  transient  pleasures, 

And  live  to  things  divine; 
I  sing  with  holy  transport, 

While  viewing  things  above — 
All  glory  to  my  Saviour! 

My  soul  is  lull  of  love. 

7  In  yon  bright  world  of  pleasure 

Behold  die  shining  throng  ! 
Salvation  to  the  Saviour, 

Is  flowing  from  each  tongue  ; 
The  sparkling  gates  are  open, 

The  golden  streets  I  view ; 
My  happy  soul  would  join  their 

And  praise  my  Jesus  too. 

8  The  gales  of  grace  are  blowing, 

My  soul  is  on  the  wing, 
Salvation's  current 's  flowing, 

And  well  may  Christians  sing  : 
The  fiery  chariot 's  rolling 

To  bear  me  through  the  skies — 
To  precious  loving  Jesus 

Away  my  spirit  flies. 

165.     8.  6.     Altered. 
The  Pilgrimage. 

YE  weary,  heavy-laden  souls, 
Who  are  oppressed  sore, 
Ye  trav'llers  through  this  wilderness, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore; 
Through  chilling  winds,  and  beating  rains, 

And  waters  deep  and  cold, 

And  enemies  surrounding  you — 

Take  courage  and  be  bold. 


MISCELLANIES.  165 

2  Though  storms  and  hurricanes  arise, 

The  desert  all  around. 
And  fiery  serpents  oil  appear, 

In  this  enchanted  ground  ; 
Dark  nights,  and  clouds,  and  gloomy  fears, 

And  wolves  and  lions  roar; 
Yet,  in  our  great  Redeemer's  strength, 

We  '11  press  to  Canaan's  shore. 

3  We're  often  like  the  lonesome  dove 

That  mourn:"  her  absent  male, 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  vale  to  vale, 

Her  woes  she  doth  relate  ; 
But  Canaan  just  before  up  lies, 

Sweet  spring  is  coming  on, 
A  few  more  beating  winds  and  rains, 

And  winter  will  be  gone. 

4  Sometimes  like  mountains  to  the  skies, 

The  waves  of  Jordan  roar, 
Anil  make  us  feeble  pilgrims  fear, 

We  never  shall  get  o'er; 
But  let  us  gain  mount  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  vernal  plain ; 
To  fright  us  then  let  Jordan  roar, 

And  hell  may  rage  in  vain. 

5  Methinks  I  now  begin  to  see 

The  borders  of  that  land; 
The  trees  of  grace,  with  heavenly  fruit, 

In  beauteous  order  sland ; 
These  storms  will  soon  be  overblown, 

The  flowers  of  spring  appear, 
The  fiftieth  year  is  rolling  on, 

That  great  Sabbatic  year. 

6  O  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  my  admiring  eves ! 
By  faith  I  see  Jerusalem 

Descending  from  the  skies ! 
Sweet  angels  whisp'ring  me  away, 

'  O,  come  to  glory,  come !' 
And  f  am  waiting  to  be  gone 

To  ray  eternal  home. 
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ICG  m!wk[,i.a\if:s. 

7  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Who  are  to  Canaan  bound  ; 
And  if  we  never  meet  again, 

TiU  Gabriel's  trump  shall  sound, 
O,  may  we  meet  together  there, 

On  that  delightful  shore, 
In  oceans  of  eternal  bliss, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

160.     11.  3.    Arum. 
Christ,  the  chiefest  of  ten  thousands. 

THOU,  in  whoso  presence  ray  sou  takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  fall; 
My  comfort  by  day.  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  Hope,  my  Salvation,  my  All ! 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy  sheep, 

To  feed  on  the  pa  I  «ve  I 

Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep; 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  \ 

3  O,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  \ 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see. 
And  smile  at  the  tears  1  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughter-  of  Ziori, declare,  have  ye  si'on 

The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  \  • 

Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 

And  wherewith  his  dock  he  is  gone  { 

5  '  What  is  thy  Beloved,  thou  dignified  fair  ; 

'  What  excellent  beauties  has  he  ? 
'His  charms  and  perfections  be  pleas'd  to  declare, 
'That  Ave  may  embrace  him  with  thee  V 

6  This  is  my  Beloved,  his  form  is  divine; 

His  vestments  spread  odour  around ; 
The  locks  on  his  head,  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

7  The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow- 

in  the  vale?  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  blow, 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 


MISCELLANIES.  167 

8  His  voire,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  ihe  shadows  of  death; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

9  His  lips  as  the  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace; 
From  which  their  salvation  ihe  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

10  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  : 
Their  faces  the  Cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fullness  of  joy. 

11  He  looks — and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  millions  attend  on  his  word  ; 
He  speaks — and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  its  Lord. 

12  Such  is  my  beloved,  in  excellence  bright, 

When  pleas";!  he  looks  down  frum  above — 
Like  the  morn  when  he  breathes  from  the  chambers 
of  light— 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 

167.     8.  7-  4.     Swain. 
The  coming  oj  Christ  to  judgment. 

LO !  he  comes,  array'd  in  vengeance, 
Riding  down  the  heavenly  road  ; 
Floods  of  fury  roll  before  him — 
Who  can  meet  an  angry  God  ? 

Tremble,  sinners, 
Who  can  stand  before  his  rod  ? 

2  Lo !  he  comes,  in  glory  shining  ; 
Saints,  arise,  and  meet  your  King ! 
Glorious  Captain  of  salvation, 
'  Welcome  !  welcome  !'  hear  them  sing , 

Shouts  of  triumph 
Make  the  heavenly  mansions  ring. 


163  MISCELLANIES. 

3  [Now,  despisors,  look  anil  wonder! 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound — '  Depart!' 
Rattling,  like  a  peal  ol"  thunder, 
Through  each  guilty  rebel's  heart — 

Lost  for  ever — 
Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part! 

4  Still  they  hear  the  awful  sentence  ; 
Hell  resounds  the  dreadful  roar, 

While  their  heart-strings  twinge  with  Anguish, 
Trembling  on  the  burning  shore ! 

Justice  seals  it — 
Down  they  sink  to  rise  no  more !] 

5  Hark !  ten  thousand  harps  resounding, 
Form'd  in  bright  and  grand  array, 
See  the  glorious  armies  rising, 
While  their  Captain  leads  the  way ! 

Heaven  before  them 
Opens  an  eternal  day  ! 

168.     7's.    Altered. 

If  I  perish,  I  perish.  Esther  iv.  16. 

IF  I  perish,  I  will  go 
To  the  blessed  Saviour's  feet: 
If  his  mercy  he  bestow, 
I  shall  sweet  forgiveness  meet. 

2  If  I  perish,  1  will  go — 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me ! — 
If  I  sink  to  endless  woe, 

All  is  just,  and  right  with  thee. 

3  If  I  perish,  I  will  go, 

Go  to  Jesus,  and  will  cry, 

■  Saviour,  now  thy  grace  bestow 

On  a  wretch  so  vile  as  I. 

4  Who  can  perish  at  his  throne, 

Pleading  his  atoning  blood? 
He  has  said,  *'  I  '11  cast  out  none." — 
I  will  venture  on  his  word. 

5  Shall  I  perish  ? — no,  not  I  ; 

None  can  perish  at  his  feet: 

Son  of  God  !  didst  thou  not  die, 

Die  to  pay  my  guilty  debt  ? 


MISCELLANIES. 

6 -Jesus,  advocate  above, 

Plead  my  cause  before  ihe  throne, 
Fill  ray  soul  with  holy  love — 
Claim  and  seal  me  for  thy  own. 

7  If  I  'm  willing  to  be  thine, 

Now  receive,  and  make  me  whole; 
If  unwilling — Lord,  incline, 
And  in  mercy  save  my  soul. 

169.     (Ps.  121.)     Watts. 
God,  our  Preserver 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid, 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made. 
God  is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly, 
His  grace  is  nigh  in  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears  ; 
Those  wakeful  eyes  that  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep  when  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou  art  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head  by  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word, 

To  save  my  snul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord, 

Who  keeps  my  mortal  breath  : 
I  '11  go  and  come — nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high  thoti  call  me  home 


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1~°>  171  MISCELLANIES. 

170.     7's.     Leland. 
Baptism  in  cold  weather. 

CHRISTIANS,  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  harm : 
Fire  and  water  both  agree, — 
Winter  soldiers  never  flee. 

2  If  you  love  the  blessed  Lord, 
Yield  obedience  to  his  word  ; 
Now  be  buried,  then  arise — 
Force  your  passage  to  the  skies. 

171.    CM. 

Hymn  to  the  Spirit. 

SPIRIT  Divine!  attend  our  prayer, 
And  make  this  house  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power, 
O  come,  great  Spirit,  come. 

2  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour  ; 
Let  barrenness  rejoice  to  own 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 

3  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound. 

And  pentecostal  grace ; 
That  all  the  sons  of  men  may  see 
The  glory  of  thy  face. 

4  Spirit  Divine !  attend  our  prayer, 

Make  a  lost  world  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power, 
O  come,  great  Spirit,  come. 


MISCELLANIES.  172,  173 

172.     CM.    Altered. 
The  Flower  of  Wonders. 

THE  finest  flower  that  e'er  was  known, 
Open'd  on  Calvary's  tree, 
When  Christ  the  Lord  "was  pierc'd  and  torn, 
For  love  of  worthless  me. 

2  It  faded  as  in  crimson  streams, 

Its  healing  balm  rrm  down, 
But  soon  reviv'd  and  blooms  again, 
In  beauties  all  unknown. 

3  On  Canaan's  banks  supremely  fair, 

This  flower  of  wonders  blooms, 
Transplanted  to  its  native  air, 
And  all  the  shores  perfumes 

4  Whene'er  its  fruitful  seeds  descend, 

And  fall  upon  the  mind, 
Its  sweet  perfumes  and  beauties  blend, 
And  all  our  passions  bind. 

5  Love  is  the  sweetest  bud  that  blows, 

Its  beauty  never  dies ; 
On  earth  among  the  saints  it  grows, 
And  blossoms  in  the  skies. 

173.    L.  M. 
The  Faded  Flower :  A  Tribute. 

WHERE  life's  faint  stream  ran  smoothly  by, 
A  wither'd  flower  was  seen  to  lie ; 
I  'd  lately  seen  it  rich  in  bloom, 
But  lo !  it  faded  at  the  tomb. 

2  And  yet  her  hopes  in  safety  hung, 
Around  a  living  Vine  she  clung, 
And  upwards  still  was  seen  to  move, 
To  bloom  in  paradise  above. 


174  MISCELLANIES. 

3  In  Christ  our  kindred  spirits  join'd, 
Around  this  Vine  of  Life  entvvin'd  ; 
And  friendship  no  abatement  knows, 
Which  from  the  heavenly  fountain  flows. 

4  Wilh  what  delight  she  incense  shed, 
To  cheer  the  heart,  exalt  the  head! 
For  generous  flowers  emit  perfume, 
And  make  the  dreary  desert  bloom. 

5  Open  and  frank  as  beams  of  day, 
Dignity  mark'd  her  radiant  way  ; 

But  when  the  bleeding  breast  she  heal'd. 
Herself  she  nobly  kept  conceal'd. 

6  Such  was  ihe  sweetness  of  that  flower, 
That  faded  in  one  fatal  hour ; 

Faded  to  blossom  o'er  the  tomb, 
And  flourish  in  immortal  bloom. 

174.    JL  M. 
Desiring  submission  in  pain. 

FATHER,  is  not  my  soul  inclin'd 
To  yield  to  all  thy  sovereign  will 
To  ease  or  pain  to  be  resign'd. 
To  life  or  death  submissive  still  ? 

2  But  while  I  feel  the  pure  desire, 
When  pains  my  feeble  frame  assail, 
My  trembling  hopes  almost  expire, 

My  strongest  resolutions  fail. 

3  Fain  would  I  kiss  the  smarting  rod, 
But  flesh  is  fearful,  frail,  and  weak, 
My  spirit  seeks  to  thee,  my  God, 

O  let  me  find  the  God  I  seek. 

4  Then  shall  I  triumph  o'er  my  pain, 
In  all  the  ways  of  duty  run ; 
Then  shall  I  count  my  loss  my  gain 
And  say,  thy  holy  will  be  done. 


MISCELLANIES.  175,  176 

5  Then  shall  I  fear  nor  pain,  nor  death, 
But  yield  to  all  thy  sovereign  sway  ; 
For  thee  shall  spend  my  every  breath, 
And  rise  through  Christ  to  endless  day. 

175.  L.  M.     Walls. 
Christ's  presence  makes  death  easy. 

WHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die? 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away, 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed, 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

176.  CM.     Walts. 
The  Burial  of  a  Christian. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  soften'd  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying'head  ? 


177  MISCELLANIES. 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  shovv'd  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  lo  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

5  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise ; 
Awake !  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

177.    L.  M. 
Dedication  to  God. 

TREMBLING  I  fall  before  thy  throne 
Mysterious  Three,  Almighty  One 
O  help  me  now  from  all  to  part, 
And  yield  an  undivided  heart. 

2  O  melt  it,  mould  it  all  anew, 

For  thou  alone  the  work  canst  do, — 
Father,  I  bring  no  plea  beside, 
Save  Jesus  and  him  crucified. 

3  My  kind  Redeemer,  can  it  be 

That  thou  hast  bled  for  worthless  me  ? 

0  let  me  feel  thy  healing  power, 
In  this  devoted,  anxious  hour. 

4  Eternal  Spirit,  gracious  Lord, 

1  would,  I  do  believe  thy  word, — 
And  if  I  have  not,  help  me  now, 
My  heart  to  yield,  thy  will  to  do. 

5  Give  me  repentance,  give  me  faith, 
The  faith  that  triumphs  over  death, 
The  faith  that  works,  and  works  by  love, 
And  waits  the  soul  to  joys  above. 

6  May  this  be  the  propitious  time, 
When  thou  Avilt  make  me  wholly  thine, 
When  all  my  powers  shall  be  subdued, 
And  sin  forever  drown'd  in  blood. 


MISCELLANIES.  ]~7 

7  To  thee,  Almighty  Lord  of  hosts, 
Great  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
I  raise  the  song,  thy  name  adore, 
And  long  to  praise  thee  evermore. 

8  But  O,  the  loftiest  strain  is  lost, 

And  thine,  thou  sweet,  celestial  host ; 
Unstrung  the  harp — be  mute  the  lays, — 
Let  solemn  "silence  muse  his  praise." 

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TABLE  FOR  THE  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe 129 

All  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 17  i 

All  within  was  dark  and  gloomy 67  i 

An  alien  from  Gori>and  a  stranger  to  grace 117*'. 

And  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone 63 

And  now,  my  dear  brethren.  I  bid  you  farewell 146 

Arise,  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair 138 

At  a  distance  from  heaven,  in  a  world  of  contention.   109 

Attend,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell 80 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 43 

Awake  !  careless  sinners,  believe  and  obey 153 

Awake,  my  dear  brethren,  who  trust  in  the  Lord 112 

Away  my  doubts,  begone,  my  fear 156 

Awake,  my  heart !  my  soul,  arise 149 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 157 

Awake,  ye  soldiers  of  the  cross 103 

Begone,  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  ;.ear 92 

Behold  the  path  that  mortals  tread 131 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 160 

Brethren,  I  am  come  asain 141 

Brethren,  we  are  met  to  worship 61 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 105 

Brisrht  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense 101 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory 32 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 16 

Christians,  dismiss  your  fear 14 

Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm 170 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord 27 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched 154 

Come,  dear  brethren  in  the  Saviour 155 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 35 

Come,  every  mourning  sinner 56 

Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  who  're  now  on  the  way.  69 

Come,  soldiers  for  Jesus,  attend  to  this  way 76 

Come,  all  ye  who  ever  have  mercy  obtain'd 78 

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Come,  all  who  are  truv'lling  to  Canaan 79 

Come,  and  taste  along  with  me 98 

Come  a  way  to  the  skies 81 

Come,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice 95 

Come,  my  friend,  and  let  us  try 90 

Come  on^  my  partners  in  distress 107 

Come,  soldiers  of  Jesus,  awake  from  your  sleep 106 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed 94 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 158 

Draw  nigh  to  us,  Jehovah 142 

Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long 28 

Encou  rag'd  by  thy  word 62 

Father,  is  not  my  soul  inclm'd 174 

Farewell,  my  friends.  I  must  begone 145 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand 148 

Fraught  with  peace  and  consolation 5 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 53 

From  realms  where  the  day  its  first  dawning  extends  50 

From  the  regions  of  love,  lo!  an  angel  descended 4 

God  is  our  refuge  in  distress 83 

God  of  my  salvation,  hear 58 

Good  morning,  brother  pilgrim 164 

Grace  !  'tis  a  sacred  plant  of  heavenly  birth 44 

Hail,  the  blest  morn  !  see  the  great  Mediator 1 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise 15 

Hail !  the  gospel  Jubilee 54 

Hark!  the  jubilee  is  sounding 1G1 

Hark!  the  gospel  trumpet 's  sounding 162 

Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 10 

Hark  !  don't  you  hear  the  turtle-dove 51 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 100 

Hither,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of  triumph 3 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 30 

How  happy 's  every  child  of  grace 119 

How  lost  was  my  condition ]9 

How  sad  is  my  state  !  says  the  heart-broken  sinner. .  57 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 88 

Hosanna!  to  Jesus 41 

If  I  perish,  I  will  go 163 

I'll  sins  my  Saviour's  <rraee 91 

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I  long  to  see  the  season  come { 

I'm  tired  of  visits,  mode:-,  and  forms 3 

In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise IS 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 6 

Infinite  goodness  teaches  us  submission 12 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation 12 

I  would  not  live  al  way,  thus  futter'd  by  sin 11 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home 12 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 15 

Jesus  drinks  the  bitter  cup 1 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 7 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 5 

Jesus,  Master,  pray  discover 7 

Jesus,  thou  odoriferous  name 11 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 11 

Jesus,  we  are  met  to  worship 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 

Lo!  he  comes,  array'd  in  vengeance 16 

Lord,  and  is  thine  anger  gone 

Lord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen 3 

My  Christian  friends  in  bonds  of  love 14 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years 13 

My  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame 

My  Jesus,  I  pray  thee  to  be  ever  near 13 

My  soul 's  full  of  glory,  inspiring  my  tongue 123; 

My  youthful  friends,  to  ruin  bound 12 

No  room  for  mirth  nor  trifling  here 13 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 15 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 4 

Oh'  tis  a  glorious  mystery 5 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love S 

O  how  happy  are  they £ 

O  how  I  am  pleas'd  through  the  desert  to  rove 5 

O  how  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of  God P 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour  !  to  know  thou  art  mine 34 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit 33 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  your  glad  voice 24 

O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store 120 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation 3| 

O  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight I 

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O  turn,  guilty  sinners,  0  why  will  you  die 137 

Oh !  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 113 

On  earth  the  song  bezins 26 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 120 

Once  in  the  time  of  pressing  need 72 

Retir'dfrom  man,  in  some  lonely  recess 124 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation    110 

Salvation  !  O  mysterious  plan 42 

Say  now.  ye  lovely  social  band Ill 

Says  Faith,  look  yonder !  see  the  crown llf> 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour 8 

Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think 151 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 122 

Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer 170 

Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys 125 

The  fountain  of  mercv  rolls  down  from  the  skv 70 

The  glorious  light  of  Zion 40 

Tho  gospel  brings  tidings  of  peace  from  above 45 

The  gospel-day  broaks  o'er  the  world 48 

The  finest  flower  that  e'er  was  known 172 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes , 49 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  my  guard 20 

The  time  draws  nigh.  I  must  go  home 133 

There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies 89 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure 102 

This  dav  mv  soul  has  caught  new  fire 99 

Through  all' the  world  below 38 

Throughout  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace 7 

Thy  mercy,  my  God.  is  the  theme  of  my  song 36 

'Tis  my  desire  with  God  to  walk 85 

'Tis  iii<jht,  and  the  world  is  sunk  to  repose 6 

Trembling  I  fall  before  *hy  throne 177 

Trembling  mourners,  would-be  Christians 163 

Trump  of  war!  awake  the  soldier.    103 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 169 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 12 

What  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear 139 

What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul .' 40 

When  Christ,  the  Lord,  lwd  left  the  dead 75 

When  drawn  by  the  Father,  I  came 68 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view 18 

When  mv  Saviour,  mv  Shepherd,  is  near 21 

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TABLK  FOR  THE  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

When  sinful  man  my  Lord  betray'd 9 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall  come.  .  % 140 

While  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings ' 130 

While  in  this  vale  of  sorrow 147 

Why  sleep  ye,  my  brethren  ? — come  let  us  arise 104  ^ 

With  gladness,  dear  brethren,  we  met  at  this  place. . .  143 

When  first  my  heart  was  wounded 64 

WThere  life  s  faint  stream  ran  smoothly  by 173 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 176 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 175 

Wounded  by  the  Spirit's  sword 73 

Ye  brethren,  who  profess  the  Lord 71 

Ye  children  of  Zion,  who 're  bound  to  the  kingdom...  97 

Ye  happy  children,  who  follow  Jesus 90 

Ye  nations  exult,  for  salvation  is  nigh 2 

Ye  travellers  to  Paradise 23 

Ye  weary,  heavy-laden  souls 105 

Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling 25 


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